<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151</id><updated>2011-12-27T05:24:04.459+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Haute Chocolate Couture.</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>154</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-4258456764599607357</id><published>2006-11-26T23:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-26T23:21:24.395+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your subtleties, they strangle me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;your voice was the soundtrack of my summer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heyhey everyone (:&lt;br /&gt;i'll be away from monday 27/11 till monday 04/12 in malaysia (kl, penang!) so if anyone wants anything just sms me cos i'll have my phone, and if filming for orientation videos have problems (hopefully not) sms me too kay&lt;br /&gt;and amisha i will get you your bubblegum! oh and poptarts for moosey :D i will miss you two! (: haha can't wait to get back and see everyone again! dec is going to be busybusybusy.&lt;br /&gt;love you all long time (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your subtleties, they strangle me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saves the day : at your funeral&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-4258456764599607357?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/4258456764599607357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=4258456764599607357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/4258456764599607357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/4258456764599607357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/your-subtleties-they-strangle-me.html' title='Your subtleties, they strangle me'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116326201971313228</id><published>2006-11-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T00:20:19.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ryan's song is better than stars and boulevards, even though augustana shines brighter. then i realised deng xiaopeng's presence will always exist no matter what. there's no choice when it comes down to nerds, so oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;would you believe me if i said i didn't need you?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos i wouldn't believe you if you said the same to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : spin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116326201971313228?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116326201971313228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116326201971313228&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116326201971313228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116326201971313228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/thousand-clever-lines-unread-on-clever.html' title='A thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116308338326097766</id><published>2006-11-09T22:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-09T22:43:03.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will you sleep tonight, or will you think of me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;will you sleep tonight, or will you think of me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;stuff to do during the holidays&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. sleep at 4am and get up at 12pm everyday possible&lt;br /&gt;02. go shopping till i get sick of town&lt;br /&gt;03. change turf and shop like mad in malaysia&lt;br /&gt;04. learn how to bake (let's start with strawberry pretzel bars)&lt;br /&gt;05. buy (and use) a skipping rope (cue glare at li-ming)&lt;br /&gt;06. dressing up+drinking dates with moosey and the rest&lt;br /&gt;07. more late nights with everyone, you know who you are!&lt;br /&gt;08. class party, please&lt;br /&gt;09. movie marathons with my lovelies&lt;br /&gt;10. parties at sonn's ; can't wait till you get back sonn! (:&lt;br /&gt;11. start christmas shopping&lt;br /&gt;12. orientation stuff&lt;br /&gt;13. dec camp, ogl camp&lt;br /&gt;14. watch as much teevee/emteevee as possible&lt;br /&gt;15. get a third left ear piercing (mom won't let it happen)&lt;br /&gt;16. do something drastic, like get an aquamarine streak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. become a muggerfugger&lt;br /&gt;- ih tutorials x 8&lt;br /&gt;- ih essay&lt;br /&gt;- finish reading &lt;s&gt;a clockwork orange&lt;/s&gt;, great expectations and herland&lt;br /&gt;- econs e-learning thingamajigger&lt;br /&gt;- start to understand maths&lt;br /&gt;- start reading for fun again&lt;br /&gt;- make wikipedia my best friend&lt;br /&gt;- do my own revision&lt;br /&gt;- forget competition ; i'm here to outdo myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all the stars and boulevards aren't close enough,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the academy is : skeptics and true believers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116308338326097766?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116308338326097766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116308338326097766&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116308338326097766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116308338326097766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/will-you-sleep-tonight-or-will-you.html' title='Will you sleep tonight, or will you think of me?'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116273179694977857</id><published>2006-11-05T20:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T21:03:16.963+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We can't rewind, we've gone too far</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;we can't rewind, we've gone too far&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long overdue photos that i haven't had time to upload from my phone! (: haha crazy ones of the guys in our gp class, scandalous ones of ahem and ahem at balcony, and dwong the market auntie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh009.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and and today i went to moosey's at 2.30pm to do pw (: we sat at the computers until 5pm without eating or walking around ahhh miracle! haha then the boys came at 6ish and of course when they're around you get no peace. bryan taking random photos, and ming proudly showed us his new fcuk shirt with a &lt;s&gt;sheep&lt;/s&gt; moose on it! and the "leigh-anne, i really want pony shoes" thing, oh my li-ming hahaha. one of those you-had-to-be-there things. then he went berserk on my msn account and typed silly things to random people on my msn arghh nothing is safe! he ruined my cookie-eating mood too - &lt;em&gt;slim jim&lt;/em&gt; haha roar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moosey my dear haha she was so embarrassed/mortified when we found the &lt;em&gt;skeletons in her closet&lt;/em&gt; :D cute cute moosey! haha thank you for today smooshy (: you make pw the funnest! LOVELOVELOVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so we just take it back, these words that hold our breath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramore : here we go again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116273179694977857?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116273179694977857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116273179694977857&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116273179694977857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116273179694977857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/we-cant-rewind-weve-gone-too-far.html' title='We can&apos;t rewind, we&apos;ve gone too far'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116262700184183890</id><published>2006-11-04T15:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T16:03:43.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;when darkness turns to light, it ends tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to sum up yest/today in like 2 lines ;&lt;br /&gt;chi a levels, ogl briefing, council gm, beauty &amp; the beast nydc and town till 2am yet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i'm on my own side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;earlier in sch -&lt;br /&gt;chi a levels were yuck. and the badminton hall was so cold that according to bryan i started turning blue... which eventually led to variations of the pink/blue elephant jokes haha.&lt;br /&gt;and revelations which caused shock/disgust and ultimately amusement. haha amisha, i'm so sorry you did everything for nothing :( i think i owe you a phone call and many hugs or something haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's better than being on your side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember to not, trust your eyes -&lt;br /&gt;beauty &amp;amp; the beast was really really really good ahhh the song for the final dance was so sad though. moosey was the cutest haha she kept asking when the intermission was cos she needed to go to the toilet and i kept promising her that it would be in 5 minutes :D but goodness, glory henryk deanna ben niece ryna (the cook!) noel (gorgeous!) maggie tong si and all the other drama people did an awesome job so everyone go see beauty &amp; the beast! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's my fault that i'm blind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha aft nydc mandar, joseph and moosey left so dwong bryan jo and i wandered arnd town and walked all over the place again till like 2am then we went home (phew).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's better that i see it through your eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway moosey just sent me our emo/crazy/cab-flagging photos. look at how pretty moosey is (: jo and i are colour coordinated! and look at dwong, the "blurry model" and ben and his cute sister haha.&lt;br /&gt;MOOSEY GET WELL SOON (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7731.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7731.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7751.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7751.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7753.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7753.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7754.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7760.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7763.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7763.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7764.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7764.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh now i do recall, we just were getting to the part&lt;br /&gt;where the shock sets in, and the stomach acid&lt;br /&gt;finds a new way to make you get sick&lt;br /&gt;i hope you didn't expect that you'd get all of the attention&lt;br /&gt;now let's not get selfish&lt;br /&gt;did you really think i'd let you kill this chorus?&lt;br /&gt;let's get these teen hearts beating faster, faster&lt;br /&gt;so testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;than any boy i'll ever meet, sweetie you had me&lt;br /&gt;i was it look past the sweat, a better love deserving of&lt;br /&gt;exchanging body heat in the passenger seat&lt;br /&gt;no no, no you know it will always, just be,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : grand theft autumn/where is your boy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116262700184183890?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116262700184183890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116262700184183890&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116262700184183890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116262700184183890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/when-darkness-turns-to-light-it-ends.html' title='When darkness turns to light, it ends tonight'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116237582541399297</id><published>2006-11-01T16:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T18:10:25.560+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you believe me if I said I didn't need you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;would you believe me if i said i didn't need you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first things first ;&lt;br /&gt;CONGRATULATIONS TO ALL MY DEAR OGLS (:&lt;br /&gt;especially to amisha and sharmeen (who got the shocks of their lives when they saw me in their interview rooms) and to bryan dwong jo malvin sharon nats hussain dee stanley, see you all didn't have to worry!&lt;br /&gt;haha yay orientation 2007 is starting to look better alr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and here are last night/this morning's photos. haha i forgot to say that we got home at 2am, poor dwong wanted to stay out later but we had to get moosey and jo home so... next time dwong! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7535.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7535.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7537.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7537.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7539.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7543.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7543.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7546.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7546.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7549.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7566.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7568.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7568.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7577.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7577.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7582.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7582.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7583.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7588.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7588.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7596.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7596.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7625.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7621.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7621.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7633.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7633.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7640.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7641.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7641.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7643.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7650.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7650.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7652.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7652.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_7656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_7656.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i won't sleep tonight, till you get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;paramore : let this go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116237582541399297?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116237582541399297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116237582541399297&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116237582541399297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116237582541399297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/would-you-believe-me-if-i-said-i-didnt.html' title='Would you believe me if I said I didn&apos;t need you?'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116232212751349909</id><published>2006-11-01T02:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T03:15:27.620+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting for the sun to kiss the sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;waiting for the sun to kiss the sea,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;halloween dinner with bryan moosey dwong and jo was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! (:&lt;br /&gt;balcony for dinner then later nydc for dessert (at like midnight - boys have bottomless pits for stomachs). dwong didn't walk with us to balcony, haha he was probably with his mob of fans :D then we sat on the swings (and took emo photos) and then walked around heeren for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw manymany people in halloween costumes walking around town! one random masked boy came up to me and asked "leigh-anne, do you know who i am?" ARGH AARON. at nydc moosey and jo had a "grandma goes nuts, seriously", seriously! haha and raspberry shivers are yummy (: i never-ed for awhile and then we went to mandarin oriental for fun ; moosey lost her phone :( poor moosey! rahh. hope you didn't get into trouble smoosh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha so anyway 1AA4 were at cine so we went there to say hi and then we walked to orchard towers so dwong could see the crowds around the building! hmmm then we walked to tanglin and sat at the random bus stop outside the british council and talked &lt;s&gt;and ran around on the roads&lt;/s&gt;. then we left :( walking around was fun though haha like the seton close road which looked really creepy, bryan walking into spiderwebs and the bat that flew out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but yay happy halloween (: and THANK YOU bryan jo dwong moosey for tonight. haha start preparing for our next late night outing kay. to the beach! :D&lt;br /&gt;(shall upload the manymany emo/scandalous/cute photos next time when smoosh comes online!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and in the night we'll wish this never ends,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we'll wish this never ends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blink 182 : feeling this &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116232212751349909?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116232212751349909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116232212751349909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116232212751349909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116232212751349909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/11/waiting-for-sun-to-kiss-sea.html' title='Waiting for the sun to kiss the sea'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116221662403305480</id><published>2006-10-30T21:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T21:57:04.193+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hope your maiden name is, Paramore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i hope your maiden name is, Paramore&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pw op rehearsal 2 :(&lt;br /&gt;so we all dragged ourselves back to sch 2 hours before our op slot. haha so ming bryan moosey and i lazed arnd in the canteen doing last minute slides and stuff. mandar came along and asked if we wanted to order macs and ming ordered like &lt;strong&gt;THREE&lt;/strong&gt; cheeseburgers hahaa. boys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;op was full of rubbish as usual. we kind of anyhow did our op haha then when we were supposed to judge the other group we sat right at the back of the com lab playing icy tower (which is the most hilarious game ever).&lt;br /&gt;and oh yes i forgot to mention how today i was feeling rebellious so i wore converse to sch. and i got blisters. but the council room has everything, so i had plasters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft pw mandar bryan and i went to the helikon and hid moosey's (orange stripey) bag haha i still lub choo moosey! (: bryan and i were alternating playing the drums and mandar was trying to play chess haha. brendan came in and &lt;s&gt;showed off&lt;/s&gt; demonstrated how the pro does it and almost deafened us i think :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because moosey got a new phone (the same as mine!) she was too free taking manymany photos haha. and this is to prove that the photos aren't in the least scandalous, ahem. i don't have any photos with moosey! rahh. someone remind me to put up the notes we took while miss mai and mrs malini lim were giving us pointers haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/ChooeyLove.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/ChooeyLove.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/ChooeyonDrums.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/ChooeyonDrums.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Ming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Ming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Chooey&amp;Ming.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Chooey%26Ming.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW4.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW5.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW6.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/PW7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/PW7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay AC071 is the best (:&lt;br /&gt;haha ohh and mandar how do you expect me to hear you shouting for me if i have my ipod plugged in! tsktsk :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i used to waste my time, dreaming of being alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;now i only waste it dreaming of you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;box car racer : there is&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116221662403305480?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116221662403305480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116221662403305480&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116221662403305480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116221662403305480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-hope-your-maiden-name-is-paramore.html' title='I hope your maiden name is, Paramore'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116211286013848114</id><published>2006-10-29T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-30T00:57:22.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I held your hand and, sat there knowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i held your hand and, sat there knowing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's strange how i've become so accustomed to knowing you will, that i take it for granted. and tonight it felt weird, like something was missing, and then i realised you didn't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my favourite mistake,&lt;br /&gt;now that sch's over, so are the excuses to sidelong glances. how come your friday wasn't meant to be mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;please don't get this wrong,&lt;br /&gt;because i'll never let this go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to you,&lt;br /&gt;what would you do if i stopped tying my hair with rubberbands? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you care if i, dont know what to say?&lt;br /&gt;will you sleep tonight,&lt;br /&gt;or will you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;will i shake this off,&lt;br /&gt;pretend its all okay?&lt;br /&gt;that there's someone out there who feels just like me...&lt;br /&gt;there is&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;october fall : second chances&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116211286013848114?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116188059431259688</id><published>2006-10-26T21:55:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T00:36:34.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is the worst kind of weapon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;my heart is the worst kind of weapon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we speak of it as something that comes over us, and overwhelms us with its power. it takes us as prisoners and then forces us to feel the vortex of hate, sadness, temporary highs, hope and loneliness. then you feel compelled to do something abt it, but you don't know what and how. when you know exactly how you feel but then again, you don't know at all how you feel. sometimes they wish they were heartless, but sometimes she wishes you never looked up and smiled at her the way you did on wednesday. how do you stand out the way you do?&lt;br /&gt;so she never knew what your intentions were, kept second-guessing, kept dying a little inside not knowing. all it takes is for you to tell her that you won't, and it ends tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love never wanted me, but i took it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;turn off the lights, and turn off the shyness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber pacific : poetically pathetic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116188059431259688?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116188059431259688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116188059431259688&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yesterday was a freaking hilarious day, courtesy of mrs malini lim, dwong and his mac cam, malvin and his headbanging antics, nigel and ivan during chi, ryan and ivan during math, li-ming playing pinball on miss mai's laptop when she wasn't looking, li-ming running amok in pw with my 'i lub choo' stamp (think many people ending up with I LUB CHOO on their foreheads), bryan and highlighter caps, and then ih lecture. haha deng xiao peng!&lt;br /&gt;yay i love 1AD1 and everyone else (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway moosey and i went shopping today YAY aft 2 long long weeks of non-stop sch and council :( we tried to do the orchard marathon but missed cine cos we ran out of stamina and honestly, my flip flops were killing me. haha they really are meant for the beach and no where else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so moosey, thank you for today ;&lt;br /&gt;far east and shoes, collage and getting locked in, AC/DC and your green shirt, shoes with dots and stripes, borrowing jackets from zara, brief cases, stripey bags, boys are eye candy, our bimbo secret handshake, strawberry earrings and pull&amp;bear! and for chicken, smoothies, peach tarts, apple crumble, cake and icing rolls :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0099;"&gt;moosey is love! (:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh, look at our zara dressing room photo! shit moosey i think i want to go back and get the striped top (see below!). HOWNOWBROWNCOW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh oh moosey and i saw a superman shirt at image and we were like LI-MING!!! haha shit i want to go back to image and buy shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and since you never notice, the way that we belong,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll say it in a love song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : seven days without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116169739192407956?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116153677947857344</id><published>2006-10-23T00:27:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T01:06:19.633+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If it were you and me tonight,</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if it were you and me tonight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okeydokey let's not talk abt promos results, haha let's all just study freaking hard during the nov-dec hols. i have study dates with moosey and amisha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i just had to stay up till 3am watching hitch&lt;br /&gt;haha i was trying to remember when i watched it in the cinema, and i remembered. then i wished i didn't remember! such a horribly romantic movie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"always remember, life is not how many breaths you take, it's how many moments take your breath away."&lt;br /&gt;"one dance, one look, one kiss, that's all we get. just... one shot, to make the difference between happily ever after, and oh? he's just some guy i went to some thing with once."&lt;br /&gt;"you know what it's like getting up every morning? feeling hopeless, feeling like the love of your life is waking up with the wrong man. but, at the same time hoping that she still finds happiness, even if it's never going to be with you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;some people show off their beauty because they want the world to see it. others try to hide their beauty because they want the world to see something else&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;and what do you see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bloc party : this modern love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116153677947857344?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116153677947857344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116153677947857344&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116153677947857344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116153677947857344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/10/if-it-were-you-and-me-tonight.html' title='If it were you and me tonight,'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116127968945968021</id><published>2006-10-20T01:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T01:41:29.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I would tame the stars, save the brightest for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;i would tame the stars, save the brightest for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so here are our overdue acjc open house photos (:&lt;br /&gt;look at moosey's cute face in some of them haha and of course one of our arts council presidents has to stand out in the photos she takes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last 2 weeks have been terribly busy ; non-stop running around what with ac games, open house, debate noticeboard, pw, many meetings and now orientation and promos results. yuck. and i thought studying for promos was horrible.&lt;br /&gt;at least i have tuesday with moosey and the mega sleepover to look forward to! yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for pw, i think our group exceeding the word limit for wr by 3000 words was hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6845.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6845.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6849.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6849.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6853.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6853.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6854.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6851.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6851.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6863.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6863.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6864.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6864.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6870.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6870.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6873.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6873.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6879.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6879.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6883.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6883.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, a dreamer is a loser&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, reality is not what it seems&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes, a loser wins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dare &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;to &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;dream&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can't sleep without you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amber pacific : save me from me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116127968945968021?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116127968945968021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116127968945968021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116127968945968021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116127968945968021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-would-tame-stars-save-brightest-for.html' title='I would tame the stars, save the brightest for you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116110733128808081</id><published>2006-10-18T01:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-18T01:48:51.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing in this world can stop us tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;nothing in this world can stop us tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been so annoyed with everything in the last 2 weeks that it's abt time i step back and breathe for awhile. if i keep being around the (several) causes of my annoyance, i might just snap, and do something worse than what happened yesterday. you know what, i just need to be alone sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i just had to do this ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5263.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5263.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:80;color:#ff0099;"&gt;amisha you are the bomb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything you've done for me - being there for me unconditionally, slapping me when i need &lt;s&gt;a&lt;/s&gt; many reality checks, whacking me for saying vulgarities, keeping me company to kill time, forcing me to promise you vanilla wedding cake -.-, the shopping trips, long long phone calls, laughing abt everything and nothing, trading secrets and pinkie promises and everything to come. lovelovelove!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey, jo, nigel and shane - thank you for understanding&lt;br /&gt;ben and ryan - thank you for making me laugh in maths, as usual&lt;br /&gt;darrick, dhanuj and lyd - thank you for monday night! haha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesn't feel like promos have ended ; i need a holiday! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with eyes like the summer of beauty and truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : night air&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116110733128808081?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116110733128808081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116110733128808081&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116110733128808081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116110733128808081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/10/nothing-in-this-world-can-stop-us.html' title='Nothing in this world can stop us tonight'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-116093042598939639</id><published>2006-10-16T00:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T00:40:26.003+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And will you love again, with other than me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and will you love again, with other than me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the night air breathes but not so easy as before&lt;br /&gt;did you take the time to listen&lt;br /&gt;to my breath or to my words?&lt;br /&gt;when i spoke i explained my feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and my reasons for the way i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i'm leaving thinking, how i'm barely breathing&lt;br /&gt;notice how your every look gives me tingles&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder if you're listening to what i'm thinking&lt;br /&gt;we won't fade away&lt;br /&gt;and i feel like, i do even more now that i'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;well, i feel just like i do when i'm with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm leaving you, so what am i to do?&lt;br /&gt;my feelings have not fallen away&lt;br /&gt;you're my every thought here&lt;br /&gt;everything will go on it's own way&lt;br /&gt;everything is okay we can try to make it&lt;br /&gt;everything will go, it's alright baby&lt;br /&gt;my feelings have not passed away&lt;br /&gt;you're my every thought here, everything will...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so carry on, my gentleman&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. because teddy geiger came to mind last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new order : jetstream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116093042598939639?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116093042598939639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116093042598939639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2006&lt;/u&gt; ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;day 1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for today i was only supposed to help bt with the floorball matches. and even though i didn't really do much other than registration, reading rules, keeping score and getting people to cheer (!), i still got a nice big red patch of sunburn across my face haha. i forgot abt sunblock okay! but whatever. haha i hate the smell of sunblock anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well at least tomorrow for my first shift i get to referee the waterbombs game! i can finally use my pink whistle properly. haha shane got the other hot pink whistle, tsktsk. but for my second shift it'll be registration and stuff for soccer! and YESSS we can wear fbts tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;for you i'd bleed myself dry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;coldplay : yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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we cabbed to moosey's house (no cow cab, so sad!) and met joseph bryan and mandar there. and so we argued for like half an hour over what movie to watch haha and in the end everyone won against dee who was claiming she had a major veto against watching legally blonde. i think all of us were pretty comfortable with our pillows and popcorn! in the end our movie marathon consisted of a grand total of &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; movie, hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chomp chomp aft the movie and then mandar and joseph left tgt (!) while the rest of us walked the long route back to moosey's house ; detour at the playground, 180 degree swinging with amisha, conquering the climbing frame, running down steep slopes, doing ac cheers in the middle of nowhere, singing yellow loudly in the streets only to get dogs barking at us haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trifles at moosey's house, and i left my wallet at her house! haha how silly. and planning for our vivo city outing plus our mega sleepover yay! (: haha i love every single one of our crazy bunch / snob soc. LOVELOVELOVE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;look at the stars, look how they shine for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evanescence : call me when you're sober&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116041305623261701?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116041305623261701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116041305623261701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116041305623261701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he talks like a gentleman&lt;br /&gt;like you imagined when you were young&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'll sweet talk you, just give me the keys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found glory : all downhill from here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116022859287962333?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116022859287962333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116022859287962333&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/116022859287962333'/><link 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anorexic/bulimic celebrities i was eating. and i've been wanting to talk abt the whole issue for a long time but i just didn't get around to it so here it is!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so the media's everywhere nowadays and of course we can't escape all the billboards, ads and tv shows with all the stick-thin stars but you know what, i think it's sad that you don't have enough confidence in yourself to believe that it's alright to not be stick-thin, it's alright to eat and it's alright to be comfortable in your skin. i think it's stupid that you're deluding yourself into conforming with the insane standards the media imposes on girls ; you have to be a size 0 or you have to be this weight to "fit in". and the most annoying part is when you think you're fat when you're not. don't get me wrong because i think it's fine for people to recognize they need to exercise to get toned up (haha like me), but it's crazy when you talk abt losing weight when there's no need for you to. it's plain silly when i see friendster profiles with "losing weight" under hobbies and interests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hey you, who are you kidding?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it's weird to stuff your faces all the time, but it's fun to pig out once in awhile. it's good to appreciate food and how it sustains you. i think it's depressing to see people like lindsay lohan and hilary duff losing weight cos when they started out, they gave people hope that maybe they could end the generation of girls who succumb to pressure by the expectant media to be thin. people were saying "oh i really like hilary duff" and in response they get "but she's fat!" guess what, she wasn't fat, she was real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm not like them, i won't buy in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's a reference to eating disorders in 50 facts that should change the world - &lt;strong&gt;7 million american women and 1 million american men suffer from an eating disorder.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"...the media need to stop paying lip-service to eating disorders and start tackling the subject honestly. maybe we need to pay a little less attention to what the magazines and tv programmes tell us - and start making sure our children grow up able to assess the worth of all the media's conflicting messages. and we need to do everything we can to ensure our children have a sense of their own self-worth and innate beauty, whatever their shape. some young men and women will still fall into the grip of an eating disorder, of course they will. but by refusing to buy into the cult of skinny, by not equating a normal human body with all it's lumps and bumps with ugliness, we may start to change the societal pressures that are feeding this epidemic."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in all truth, no one is perfect. look around you and you'll realise no one looks like they could be america's next top model (not even the contestants themselves), so welcome to reality - a reality where people of different shapes and sizes make up this world, so deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. i think it would be the ultimate irony if you two got THW force feed anorexics and you had to do prop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the acdemy is : slow down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-116005289960648515?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/116005289960648515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=116005289960648515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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of us, and we're going bonkers, so bryan and li-ming are being sillier than usual. and moosey! of course we'll get starfish earrings, haha just maybe not live ones... right?&lt;br /&gt;and i just had to add amisha in. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bryan: by the way, my words were faded, rather waste my time with you. says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna fail maths tmr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't worry, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;BUT YOU HAVE TUITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;don't lie bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bryan: by the way, my words were faded, rather waste my time with you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i don't practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bryan: by the way, my words were faded, rather waste my time with you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i bet you i'll fail maths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;i bet you i'll fail maths too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;bryan: by the way, my words were faded, rather waste my time with you. says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;THANKS FOR THE VOTE OF CONFIDENCE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I BET I'LL FAIL WORSE THAN YOU&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;but you had such crazy tuition sessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha you should be good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha no no really i cant remember anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha haiyah you pretend pretend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then when the results come out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its whoop my asss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIIIIGHT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;trust me, i'm nowhere as prepared as you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha if you say soo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;pleasureman says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha but i heard your chinese damn good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHAT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hahahahahahahaahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mockney accents; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided to heck care Math&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mockney accents; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Promos are there just to promote you and I just want to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mockney accents; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;haha gasp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;you gave up your love for _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;Leigh-Anne says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mockney accents; says:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahhaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;mockney accents; says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I tried to hold on so hard, but I guess we just aren't meant to be =(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. 011049 ; china turned communist today, 57 years ago! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;take back now, my life you're stealing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;motioncity soundtrack : better open the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115971476964979889?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115971476964979889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115971476964979889&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115971476964979889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115971476964979889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/10/with-whats-written-on-my-heart.html' title='With what&apos;s written on my heart'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115962451655368984</id><published>2006-09-30T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T21:55:16.563+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sun had fallen for the moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the sun had fallen for the moon&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because aquamarine wasn't such a bad movie,&lt;br /&gt;if love hurts so much, why do so many people go looking for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because love is the closest thing to magic,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : gentleman&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115962451655368984?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115954154382224308</id><published>2006-09-29T22:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T22:52:23.833+08:00</updated><title type='text'>13 going on 30</title><content type='html'>i hate watching romantic movies, it makes me feel wistful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muse : starlight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115954154382224308?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115954154382224308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115954154382224308&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115954154382224308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115954154382224308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/13-going-on-30.html' title='13 going on 30'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115953064042444439</id><published>2006-09-29T19:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T19:50:40.496+08:00</updated><title type='text'>If I could change your mind, I'd never let you go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;if i could change your mind, i'd never let you go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as years go by, i race the clock with you&lt;br /&gt;but if you die right now, you know that i'd die too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you remind me of the times when i knew who i was&lt;br /&gt;but still the second hand will catch us,&lt;br /&gt;like it always does&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll make the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;i'll take the fall for you&lt;br /&gt;i hope you need this now&lt;br /&gt;cos i know i still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm not sorry i ignored you this morning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new order : krafty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115953064042444439?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115907739234019007</id><published>2006-09-24T13:28:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-25T01:28:03.600+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The September to remember</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;the september to remember&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23rd, pw in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were supposed to do our wr, and we did... kind of :D like maybe for the first hour or so. then the boys started playing with the ps and moosey and i were friendstering. haha then i tried to teach bryan and li-ming how to play ssx 3. yay let's go snowboarding!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6628.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6628.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6636.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6636.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6642.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6642.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6644.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6644.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6645.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6645.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6669.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6669.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6670.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6670.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6674.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6674.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6679.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6679.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6680.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6680.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6691.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6691.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6693.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hard rock cafe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar, malvin and i happened to be wearing stripes so we told the rest that hard rock cafe was giving out free drinks to those wearing stripes :D okay sam now you know we lied.&lt;br /&gt;and oh the 12 eye candies who sat next to us, haha happy birthday clay! :D&lt;br /&gt;then later we had balloons! but mine flew away hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft stuffing our faces and watching sugarcult and football on the tv screens we wanted to go see a movie but goodness all the seats for all the good movies were gone, then moosey and i hecked it and decided maybe we could go see a random scary show but all the seats were single seats! over my dead body was i going to sit through a scary movie ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;in the end we took the 11.10 show for john tucker must die at ps :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;our dear movie counter boy haha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then to kill time we went to the arcade, rahh.&lt;br /&gt;sam, mandar, bryan and i played 4 person car racing, and guess who won! :D&lt;br /&gt;i am the daytona queen, hail me please :D&lt;br /&gt;and of course moosey is a daytona queen too hahaa i refuse to believe that seat was just lucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;john tucker must die was hilarious haha, slut in truck!&lt;br /&gt;and the movie ended at like 1am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6705.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6705.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6708.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6720.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6720.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6721.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6721.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6724.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6724.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6726.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6726.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6729.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6729.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6738.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6738.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6743.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6743.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6752.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6752.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6755.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6758.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6758.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6759.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6761.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6762.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_6765.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_6765.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000003[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000003[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000015[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000015[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000025[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000025[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000033[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000033[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000034[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000034[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000045[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000045[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000052[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000052[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000054[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000054[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000055[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000055[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000056[2].jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000056[2].jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so &lt;strong&gt;thank you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the movie, dinner&lt;br /&gt;for the wishes, hugs and phone calls (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey (esp for the strawberry themed presents haha!)&lt;br /&gt;mandar&lt;br /&gt;jo&lt;br /&gt;bryan&lt;br /&gt;sam&lt;br /&gt;malvin&lt;br /&gt;amisha (for being the first!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dee lyd lizzie leonard kevin joel eugene mellaye li-ming fiona poh ronald hector dhanuj kaleni nats juli tohtoh jingwei auyong noel michy arathi dwong joy smurfy fiona goh michael dina justin k miss tan jun auggie lijun sharmeen sandra shane angela twin dhiviya emmanuel darrick ollie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so get back, back, back to where we lasted&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can i be your memory?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugarcult : memory&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115907739234019007?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115907739234019007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115907739234019007&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115907739234019007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115907739234019007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/september-to-remember.html' title='The September to remember'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115893207855562905</id><published>2006-09-22T20:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T22:08:41.983+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;selfishly hated, no wonder you're jaded&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tgif!&lt;br /&gt;goodness the week was way too long, and yay it's the weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;and hooray it's closer to promos&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway pictures from mandar's birthday took freaking long to get and upload, but there you go. haha and i'll reply tags now! yay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;a reverse message&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go away kevin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;brendan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry :( haha but i'm sure you've got manymany qualified people yes! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lizzie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS YOU TOO! hughug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;amisha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will get you back for today, haha but thank youuu for everything! i lub choo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;mandar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're welcome :D hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000015.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000015.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the birthday girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;open it faster please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000016.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000016.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look what i gave mandar! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a vegetarian's nightmare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/rollingstonemandar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/rollingstonemandar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar on the cover of rolling stone, really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Menshealth%202(1).0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Menshealth%202%281%29.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar on the cover of men's health, tsk tsk malvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dwong looks nice but i look bad haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us, except the most impt person HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/P1000045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/P1000045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;scandalicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/mandarsbdae.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/mandarsbdae.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of us = love! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you can't play the victim this time, and you're too late&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : these walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115893207855562905?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115893207855562905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115893207855562905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115893207855562905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115893207855562905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/selfishly-hated-no-wonder-youre-jaded.html' title='Selfishly hated, no wonder you&apos;re jaded'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115867886471529453</id><published>2006-09-19T22:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T23:14:24.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>This broken heart is stronger than the words I wish you never meant</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this broken heart is stronger than the words i wish you never meant&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy fucken seventeenth birthday mandar you biatch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thanks for all the bullying, chewing like a cow, communal lip gloss, dumdum moments, hair raising experiences, not laughing at my very funny jokes, teaching me how to play the drums (kinda!), crapping sessions, pulling long faces, chinese classes, listening to me complain, camwhoring, taking over as gp rep, podding, towning, stuffing our faces and slapping me whenever i needed a reality check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go, 17 reasons why i'm grateful for your existence haha! hope you had damn alot of fun today with us in sch and in town, and here's to many many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something corporate : konstantine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115867886471529453?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115867886471529453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115867886471529453&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115867886471529453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115867886471529453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/this-broken-heart-is-stronger-than.html' title='This broken heart is stronger than the words I wish you never meant'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115824707695508750</id><published>2006-09-14T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T23:17:57.176+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And I fell for you in late july</title><content type='html'>but you know all the right things to say,&lt;br /&gt;and you make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i fell for you in late july&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;autopilot off : clockwork&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115824707695508750?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115824707695508750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115824707695508750&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115824707695508750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115824707695508750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/and-i-fell-for-you-in-late-july.html' title='And I fell for you in late july'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115815896329614408</id><published>2006-09-13T22:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T22:49:23.433+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You were courtside for this nightmare</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you were courtside for this nightmare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;how to finally learn that mtv at 2 am is bad for you&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today we had gp mock exam which was a disaster i think&lt;br /&gt;i wrote my essay on something abt environmental conservation and preservation being based on the collective efforts of the individual and the govt, and i wanted to say something abt the impact of beach cleaning by volunteers so i racked my brains for the name of a beach and i wrote &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;laguna beach&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;arts council application form is sitting in my bag, blank&lt;br /&gt;doubt i'll fill it in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : new american classic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115815896329614408?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115815896329614408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115815896329614408&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115815896329614408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115815896329614408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-were-courtside-for-this-nightmare.html' title='You were courtside for this nightmare'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115782525521375550</id><published>2006-09-10T01:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-10T02:07:35.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Only time will tell if all your love has died</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;you were never a good enough reason for anything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted says it best for me ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you think that you know everything&lt;br /&gt;take one step back and look at yourself&lt;br /&gt;i think you don't know anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;all my friends think you're just a freak&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'll have to wait for your life to be over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and because i miss sonia alot alot ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5464.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5464.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn sonn sonn thank you for all our little random online talks, haha i miss you so! but you always make me laugh haha and of course, our distaste for a certain orange hairband. no matter how far away we are from each other i still lub choo! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/ksljr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/ksljr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for mandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;one for your pride, two for my wrath&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;keane : crystal ball&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115782525521375550?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115782525521375550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115782525521375550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115782525521375550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115782525521375550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/only-time-will-tell-if-all-your-love.html' title='Only time will tell if all your love has died'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115764845869738339</id><published>2006-09-08T00:45:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-08T01:00:59.313+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh, I don't want to need at all</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh, i don't want to need at all&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sept hols have passed by so fast i can't believe it. haha seems like yest i was thinking i'll start work on monday, and hey look, it's alr friday. mandar slap me please. haha it doesn't help that the entire week so far has been full of make-up lessons / lectures, council meetings in sch and other stuff like studying with moosey, recovering from teachers' day, watching tv and the class party.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness, the sept hols have been terrible unproductive arghh how? i'm worried because i'm not worried. haha at least not worried enough to get something done and shit, i think i'll go off now and do some history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tell me you love me, come back and haunt me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. happy birthday mama :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth group : forever young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115764845869738339?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115764845869738339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115764845869738339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115764845869738339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115764845869738339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/oh-i-dont-want-to-need-at-all.html' title='Oh, I don&apos;t want to need at all'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115746956191513541</id><published>2006-09-05T23:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T23:23:23.213+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos there's beauty in the breakdown, so let go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cos there's beauty in the breakdown, so let go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haven't you heard that i'm the new cancer?&lt;br /&gt;never looked better, and you can't stand it&lt;br /&gt;and i know, and i know,&lt;br /&gt;it just doesn't feel like a night out&lt;br /&gt;with no one sizing you up&lt;br /&gt;i've never been so surreptitious,&lt;br /&gt;so of course you'll be distracted when i spike the punch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's you, why's it always you, and never me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. &lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://xoxoleigh.diaryland.com/"&gt;xoxo, leigh&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perishers : trouble sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115746956191513541?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115746956191513541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115746956191513541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115746956191513541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115746956191513541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/cos-theres-beauty-in-breakdown-so-let.html' title='Cos there&apos;s beauty in the breakdown, so let go'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115712910439022446</id><published>2006-09-02T00:32:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T00:51:48.173+08:00</updated><title type='text'>&amp; a flicker of the future could've saved you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&amp; a flicker of the future could've saved you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some of the manymany photos of teachers' day reception ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/DSC02578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/DSC02578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our banner on the viewing gallery window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/DSC02579.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/DSC02579.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the annes, mr act tough and rach (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/DSC02556.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/DSC02556.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar, thank you for always watching my back (literally!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;people concertina to my private magic lantern move for me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;red hot chili peppers : tell me baby&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115712910439022446?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115712910439022446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115712910439022446&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115712910439022446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115712910439022446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/09/flicker-of-future-couldve-saved-you.html' title='&amp; a flicker of the future could&apos;ve saved you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115712287006670883</id><published>2006-09-01T22:34:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T23:01:10.146+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All inclusive in the theatre of triggered memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;all inclusive in the theatre of triggered memories&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's right turn wrong universe, it's taking me in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;fireball careful with that there, see what you made me do?&lt;br /&gt;incendiary glance, be come and collide in me&lt;br /&gt;zoom in enhance, hold while i go helplessly sky high&lt;br /&gt;magic eye sugar rushing don't stop&lt;br /&gt;i'm a slow motion accident lost in coffee rings and fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;i don't wanna feel anything but i do&lt;br /&gt;and it all comes back to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a four walled secret lies among us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate me, for all the things i didn't do for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frou frou : holding out for a hero&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115712287006670883?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115712287006670883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115712287006670883&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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effort we put into it finally culminated today with the teachers' day concert and reception. ahhh everyone was running arnd and all but yay everything turned out fine in the end so good job all of you, all of us yay :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dear juli, we survived! haha my superduper chairperson, thank you for the entire experience - we learnt so much tgt yay! (: so glad i got to know you much better and all. let's continue with our sisterhood and that funny hand game thing (we got to 6!!), thank you for bearing with me, my whining and my heartpain. love you long time! p.s. you promised me jelly tots :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to andrea (on-dray-ah), jun (yogi bear), eugene (fbts boy), mandy (losing weight with manly mandy!), shane, jingwei (my son) plus everyone else in the teachers' day ad-hoc AND the people who helped out even though you didn't have to, thank you so much for making this happen, ahhh couldn't have done anything without all of you. i'm so proud of our council :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are wayy too many people to thank - people who helped us and encouraged us haha you know who you are! 30ths, people in our videos and all the performers, you made the concert, we just helped you all along really. so thank you for the music :D and everything else! (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for all our retarded moments like losing weight instantly in 2 seconds! (: like riding arnd on trolleys (and getting caught by mr mak), laughing while carrying void deck tables and making lame jokes &lt;em&gt;leigh&lt;/em&gt; (thanks mandy).&lt;br /&gt;honestly, the best was the "angelina! how many pairs of tongs do you have?"&lt;br /&gt;say it aloud and laugh :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went to see the devil wears prada aft cleanup and all, yes i think we definitely deserved a break. so thank you to aileen lijun andrea juli janelle yili rach mag for today (: council girls and their bench!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Jun116.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Jun116.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday ; me aileen janelle and rach working on the banner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the other day i saw this box placed high up on a shelf and i was wondering what it was cos i forgot what i put inside. so i climbed up, got it and opened it - saw your letters, the necklace, the cd and everything else you gave me. what a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;talk to me, even if it's just to say goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spill canvas : himerus and eros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115702668861789704?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115702668861789704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115702668861789704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115702668861789704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115702668861789704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/velvet-it-rips-in-city.html' title='The velvet it rips in the city'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115688034727869356</id><published>2006-08-30T03:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T03:39:07.350+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take a breath, make it deep cos it might be the last you get</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;take a breath, make it deep cos it might be the last you get&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch as leigh-anne becomes supergirl, and attempts to be in many different places at the exact same time, on top of juggling various tasks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so today, i have the following lined up for 30082006 ;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1430 : council meeting&lt;br /&gt;1400 - 1430 : photoshoot&lt;br /&gt;1430 - 1530 : lit lecture&lt;br /&gt;1445 - 1730 : teachers' day full dress rehearsal&lt;br /&gt;1810 - 2200 : acsi intl night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gp essay&lt;br /&gt;ih tutorial - new world order&lt;br /&gt;chi assignments - 5, 6, 7&lt;br /&gt;econs tutorial - fast food industry&lt;br /&gt;ogl recruitment video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how am i going to make it through the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i wish i could be, every little thing you wanted, all the time&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shayne ward : no promises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115688034727869356?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115688034727869356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115688034727869356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115688034727869356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115688034727869356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/take-breath-make-it-deep-cos-it-might.html' title='Take a breath, make it deep cos it might be the last you get'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115669407330686222</id><published>2006-08-27T23:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T23:54:33.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;now i need to hold you tight, now and forever my love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts because i'm too scared to try,&lt;br /&gt;so i'll never know&lt;br /&gt;it's not like it'll ever happen anyway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm scared to death to find out what you think of me&lt;br /&gt;i don't want to run away, i want to stay forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i have burned paradise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how could i, you were never mine?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evanescence : call me when you're sober&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115669407330686222?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115669407330686222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115669407330686222&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115669407330686222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115669407330686222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/now-i-need-to-hold-you-tight-now-and.html' title='Now I need to hold you tight, now and forever my love'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115660131767497126</id><published>2006-08-26T21:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T22:18:33.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>it was a cold California, even in the summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;all i know, is that i love you tonight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today i spent the day at sch with my dear councillors doing teachers' day stuff and ahhh i am so so proud of all of you turning up and staying from like 0800 - 1900 (11 hours is no joke) whether you were painting banners, masks or doing the gifts (:&lt;br /&gt;yay your chairperson (juliANNE) and vice-chairperson (leigh-ANNE) are very very pleased :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and hey juli i know you're reading this - we did it! haha our oh-so-productive team today ahhh and the survivor banner is the best please! you did an awesome job with the green and black and i did the white and blue haha thank you thank you :D yay the annes rock! love you long time haha my fellow anne (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best was when we were doing the survivor banner haha, junjie and his jokes tsk tsk! and when i sat on the white paint, i was like oh my goodness haha. tim's destructive nature plus aileen and her heart blob! mandy and the red ant that became a white ant (cos i was armed with a white paintbrush haha) :D and the macs lunch. AND the shut up ollie game :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you all for today, can't wait for teachers' day to see everything pay off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i confess, i messed up&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because throughout the whole day i couldn't stop staring at you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this is so wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. oh my goodness i just remembered the yogi bear song HAHA jun does it the best! silly silly us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;new found glory : it's not your fault&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115660131767497126?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115660131767497126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115660131767497126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115660131767497126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115660131767497126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/it-was-cold-california-even-in-summer.html' title='it was a cold California, even in the summer'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115623949705466506</id><published>2006-08-22T16:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T17:38:17.143+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and you watch me fall like new york in an earthquake&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;oh, can you smell the subtle hint of frost as the flowers start to cry&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;half smoked cigarettes and you're the trash&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she'll destroy us all before she's through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the irony of dying on your birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;this time i win, so here's your kiss goodbye&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i could call you one thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;senses fail : martini kiss&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115623949705466506?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115623949705466506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115623949705466506&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115623949705466506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115623949705466506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-you-watch-me-fall-like-new-york-in.html' title='And you watch me fall like New York in an earthquake'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115617727906457926</id><published>2006-08-21T23:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:21:19.373+08:00</updated><title type='text'>An empty heart replaced with paranoia</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;an empty heart replaced with paranoia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today while i was walking home from my dad's office, i took the route past the acsib field where some random boys were playing soccer. so i was half listening to my mom talking abt painting a mural on my bathroom wall when i see this ball flying towards me out of the corner of my eye. and believe it or not, for once my reflex skills worked and i ducked (in time!) so the ball hit some car passing by. haha see i actually have reflex skills! maybe i won't get hit by flying papayas or get bonked on the head by volleyballs anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i missed sch today cos i have a virus! ahhh fear me! (and my mc)&lt;br /&gt;at least i have my furry hot pink monkey to keep me company yay (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're cold with disappointment&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;while i'm drowning in the next room&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the last contagious victim of this plague between us&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm sick with apprehension&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm crippled from exhaustion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i dread the moment when you finally come to kill me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : a decade under the influence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115617727906457926?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115617727906457926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115617727906457926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115617727906457926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115617727906457926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/empty-heart-replaced-with-paranoia.html' title='An empty heart replaced with paranoia'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115608997180830364</id><published>2006-08-20T23:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T00:06:11.816+08:00</updated><title type='text'>And in the night we'll wish this never ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and in the night we'll wish this never ends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who's going to complain abt her with me now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the gloria record : tired and uninspired&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115608997180830364?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115608997180830364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115608997180830364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115608997180830364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115608997180830364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-in-night-well-wish-this-never-ends.html' title='And in the night we&apos;ll wish this never ends'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115597020751909739</id><published>2006-08-19T14:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T14:50:07.533+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you care if I, don't know what to say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;do you care if i, don't know what to say?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i've been lazy to upload the pictures from my phone, there you go haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amisha me shane (cass' brother!) and joseph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image012.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love amisha (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is as close as you'll ever get to him, mandar :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at our future arts council people in the helikon room (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because malvin was so oblivious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha he didn't suspect anything although we were standing behind him and giggling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in memory of my poor bobo :( who was tortured (in the form of squishing and stapling) by bryan and arghh &lt;strong&gt;EATEN&lt;/strong&gt; by li-ming!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you sweared you loved me more&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dashboard confessional : so long, so long&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115597020751909739?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115597020751909739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115597020751909739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115597020751909739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115597020751909739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/do-you-care-if-i-dont-know-what-to-say.html' title='Do you care if I, don&apos;t know what to say?'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115582513930768859</id><published>2006-08-17T22:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T22:32:19.323+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;heaven can wait, we're only watching the skies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm over you&lt;br /&gt;; both of us broken, caught in the moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;forever young, i want to be forever young&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aly &amp;amp; aj : chemicals react&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115582513930768859?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115582513930768859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115582513930768859&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115582513930768859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115582513930768859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/heaven-can-wait-were-only-watching.html' title='Heaven can wait, we&apos;re only watching the skies'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115538668619320653</id><published>2006-08-12T20:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T20:44:46.203+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We're still so young, desperate for attention</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;darling don't you lie, lie to me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5476.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aye sexaye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5524.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sonn very very much :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're still so young, desperate for attention&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zac efron &amp;amp; vanessa ann hudgens : breaking free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115538668619320653?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115538668619320653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115538668619320653&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115538668619320653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115538668619320653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/were-still-so-young-desperate-for.html' title='We&apos;re still so young, desperate for attention'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115531260286814942</id><published>2006-08-11T23:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T00:17:14.960+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to sonn's on thursday and whee! haha. dressing up, getting ready and running arnd. i went as preppy gone wrong, but throughout the night people were calling me avril lavigne / paul twohill haha! moosey looked so sweet a la britney spears (okay fine muchmuch better than brit yes, schmoosh!) and mandar pandar the vertical horizon :D&lt;br /&gt;kay so anyway we lounged arnd and stuffed our faces with cookies and muffins (hoho). i very strategically placed myself right next to the muffin bowl haha look out for it in the photos! banana muffins are yummy :)&lt;br /&gt;and when people came we played pool, ate ramly burgers (!!!) and listened to music and danced arnd like drunkards. and that's why, the photos of us dancing aren't up! HAHA.&lt;br /&gt;pass the parcel was hilarious! shan't say what we made mandar do cos she'll kill me. haha and never ever let shane hit the pinata first. three swings and the poor pinata was beheaded. and that's the part where you go "ohhh sweeeeets!! sweeeeeeets!!" :D&lt;br /&gt;then someone played the mass dance songs so the crazy people went and danced too haha.&lt;br /&gt;so we sang sonn her song, then i gave her the shirt! haha the crazy multi-coloured shirt with I AM YOUR SONNSHINE on it. yay hope you love it sonn :))&lt;br /&gt;took lots and lots of photos - we broke our record with the 500+ photos haha! then brendan was trying to get everyone to pon sch the next day, haha&lt;br /&gt;and well, too bad no one ended up in the pool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5152.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5152.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5156.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5156.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5191.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5182.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5189.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5189.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5307.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5263.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5263.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5464.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5464.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay anyway thank you so much sonn :)) had an awesome time haha laughing away with everyone yay and edible confetti plus tequila lollipops!&lt;br /&gt;THANK YOU SCHMOOSHEY FOR THE PHOTOS (and the drunk dancing), argh feel bad cos everytime you take photos of us camwhores then you have to send them to us! whee next time i'll be the one snapping photos kay :) love you very much my black-longstocking-ed hottie haha.&lt;br /&gt;and thank you mandar dee shane jo dwong malvin bryan and everyone else for the night&lt;br /&gt;love you long time&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;smirking between dignified sips of his dignified peach and lime daiquiri&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic! at the disco : but it's better if you do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115531260286814942?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115531260286814942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115531260286814942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115531260286814942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115531260286814942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/raindrops-on-roses-and-girls-in-white.html' title='Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115513419114800482</id><published>2006-08-09T22:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T22:40:15.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A welcome arrow through the heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a welcome arrow through the heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;town with the ij girls / dtm flacts! haha, only us nine know. thank you all so much for today :) andrea fiona toh dina steff claire trish mon, love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1925.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1925.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1926.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1926.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1927.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1927.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1931.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1931.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1930.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1940.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1940.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1942.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1942.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1945.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1945.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1949.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1949.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1948.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1948.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1952.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1952.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1953.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1955.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1955.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1962.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1962.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1965.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1965.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1967.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1967.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we were all alone when i finally made a pass at you&lt;br /&gt;it didn't work and no it never does, but you know how i do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : sugar we're going down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115513419114800482?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115513419114800482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115513419114800482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115513419114800482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115513419114800482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/welcome-arrow-through-heart.html' title='A welcome arrow through the heart'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115504410056558777</id><published>2006-08-08T21:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T21:35:00.580+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention to stop temptation to scream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;attention to stop temptation to scream&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5067.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party with us, please :) and i still want the furry hot pink monkey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5086.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5086.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay this is freaking unglam, but look at sonn HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_5098.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_5098.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and sonnshine :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it was in the lobby when i set my sights on you,&lt;br /&gt;should've kissed you in the elevator&lt;br /&gt;but i was too scared to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the veronicas : when it all falls apart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115504410056558777?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115504410056558777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115504410056558777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115504410056558777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115504410056558777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/attention-to-stop-temptation-to-scream.html' title='Attention to stop temptation to scream'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115503468334752385</id><published>2006-08-08T18:52:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T18:58:03.566+08:00</updated><title type='text'>He broke her heart, she broke his everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;he broke her heart, she broke his everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;natl day celebrations! so i wore my natl day shoes to sch :D&lt;br /&gt;the best part was standing on the chairs singing ONE PEOPLE ONE NATION ONE SINGAPORE. only our hist students will get this haha&lt;br /&gt;holland v with bryan malvin mandar sonn moosey jo sam, then town with mandar sonn moosey jo sam dwong.&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness, mandar and i saw a voodoo you-know-what at far east haha too bad malvin wasn't there!&lt;br /&gt;so mandar got her shirt and belt, and she can't wait for thursday&lt;br /&gt;haha okay fine i can't wait either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 hours till i see the ijtp girls again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like trish said, you all have lots of scandalicious things to tell us! haha oh my goodness, how i miss all of you and the crazy things we used to do. what happened to the promise we made at the beginning of the year, that we'd meet up every weekend? oh well tomorrow! yay there'll be fireworks :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;46 hours till sonn's party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four words ; preppy pinata pool party! haha yay but oh no dressing up is going to be a nightmare! and it doesn't help that i'm towning with dee before we go to sonn's arghh how to walk down orchard road like that?? and even in my outfit i look nowhere near preppy. hahaha oh dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;70 hours till the second 1AD1 party&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whee there's going to be a playground! swing swing swing swing! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've always been a sucker, had a weakness for a boy with a guitar and a drink in his hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. mandar, UMA THURMAN!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley parker angel : let you go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115503468334752385?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115503468334752385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115503468334752385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115503468334752385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115503468334752385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/he-broke-her-heart-she-broke-his.html' title='He broke her heart, she broke his everything'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115479257401788498</id><published>2006-08-05T23:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T23:42:54.030+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Butterflies &amp; broken rollerskates</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;butterflies &amp; broken rollerskates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;broken promises, but you don't really mind&lt;br /&gt;it's not the first time&lt;br /&gt;and you know it, don't you know&lt;br /&gt;tell me why it is you only smile inside&lt;br /&gt;but when you break me into nothing&lt;br /&gt;don't you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember when, you came with me that night&lt;br /&gt;we said forever, that you would never let me go&lt;br /&gt;but here i am again&lt;br /&gt;with nothing left inside&lt;br /&gt;no i don't want to, but i have to let you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're the one mistake i really didn't mind&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful, unmerciful&lt;br /&gt;it took me down, too little and too late&lt;br /&gt;so now i know your kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;the colours bleed like finger paint&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guns 'n' roses : sweet child of mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115479257401788498?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115479257401788498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115479257401788498&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115479257401788498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115479257401788498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/butterflies-broken-rollerskates.html' title='Butterflies &amp; broken rollerskates'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115453162779580464</id><published>2006-08-02T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T23:13:47.986+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pretend like it's the weekend now</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pretend like it's the weekend now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long, late night phone calls with lizzie yest :)&lt;br /&gt;reminds me of the many many late night talks we used to have over anything and everything in the world. when we used to cross wires and hear other people's conversations by accident haha. and how yest she could tell that i was stuffing my face and watching the oc while talking to her :D all the secrets, jokes, advice and nonsense like vote for me p&lt;strong&gt;liz&lt;/strong&gt;zz haha&lt;br /&gt;from worst enemies to best friends in p4, happy 8th year of bestfriendship fizzielizzie :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's so much to say because i haven't said anything recently&lt;br /&gt;sch's been long, tiring and neverending&lt;br /&gt;i think sometimes it's only cos of dee amisha nic mandar sonn bryan jo dwong malvin that i survive some days. the weekends are way too short. haha blink and you miss it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and someone please tell me how i passed terms and escaped ssp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss tan told me i can't complain that i don't have a life, cos the truth is, sch has become my life. so argh, whatever it is, i have to deal with it. even if does become a pain in the you-know-where sometimes, i'll live. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i asked you to dance at the disco, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you said no&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway milo4muggers has been fun, so far&lt;br /&gt;haha julianne and i (the annes!) were being waitresses and garbage collectors! and i scalded shane alot of times yest cos well, i'm a klutz haha. and excuse me, the spoon-holding cup fell down 26781 times cos it wasn't stable! it wasn't my fault okay haha&lt;br /&gt;and it's rewarding to help our j2s so yay :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up next we have teachers' day! and julianne is the chairperson of the teachers' day adhoc, and oh my goodness, i'm the vice-chairperson. i don't even know how haha, but we'll see how that goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't wait for next week, 0908 with the ij girls - &lt;strong&gt;steff&lt;/strong&gt; :D andrea mon trish claire dina fiona toh :)) and 1008 with the ac people haha yay! something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we only get this emo;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;someday you're going to realise that i'm passing you by&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic! at the disco : the only difference between...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115453162779580464?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115453162779580464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115453162779580464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115453162779580464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115453162779580464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/08/pretend-like-its-weekend-now.html' title='Pretend like it&apos;s the weekend now'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115444220759321205</id><published>2006-08-01T22:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T22:23:27.666+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cos I hate every beautiful day</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;cos i hate every beautiful day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it makes you less sad, i will die by your hand&lt;br /&gt;i hope you find out what you want&lt;br /&gt;i already know what i am&lt;br /&gt;and if it makes you less sad, we'll start talking again&lt;br /&gt;and you can tell me how vile i already know that i am&lt;br /&gt;i'll grow old and start acting my age&lt;br /&gt;i'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate&lt;br /&gt;a crown of gold, a heart that's harder than stone&lt;br /&gt;and it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me a safe bet, i'm betting i'm not&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad that you can forgive&lt;br /&gt;i'm only hoping as time goes, you can forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it makes you less sad, i'll move out of the state&lt;br /&gt;you can keep to yourself, i'll keep out of your way&lt;br /&gt;and if it makes you less sad, i'll take your pictures all down&lt;br /&gt;every picture you paint, i will paint myself out&lt;br /&gt;it's cold as a tomb and it's dark in your room&lt;br /&gt;when i sneak to your bed to pour salt in your wounds&lt;br /&gt;so call it quits or get a grip&lt;br /&gt;say you wanted a solution&lt;br /&gt;you just wanted to be missed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not going to let you get me down, but you can bet i won't forget this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos she's the blade and you're just paper&lt;br /&gt;and you're afraid cos she's got closer&lt;br /&gt;you're backstepping and she's backstabbing&lt;br /&gt;everything in your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm a bitch, so sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the wreckers : leave the pieces&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115444220759321205?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115444220759321205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115444220759321205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/383.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/383.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sec 3/8 2004&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/steff%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/steff%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;steff's birthday bbq where we drank 7up with first aid gel in it cos dina thought it was ice in the freezer haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/steff3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/steff3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tried to take this shot 3277389 times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/steff%203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/steff%203.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trish went bonkers at the bbq&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/racial%20harmony%20day%2005%20-%20trish11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/racial%20harmony%20day%2005%20-%20trish11.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/8 racial harmony day 2005&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/racial%20harmony%20day%2005%20-%20trish7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/racial%20harmony%20day%2005%20-%20trish7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toh me trish claire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/481.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mon should do that more often haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/youth%20day%2005%20-%20leigh%20mel%20drea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/youth%20day%2005%20-%20leigh%20mel%20drea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;youth day ; me smurf and mellaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/2409%20outside.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/2409%20outside.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8/10 of us on my 16th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/2409%20all%20of%20us.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/2409%20all%20of%20us.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9/10 of us (we never had a complete 10/10 photo!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/leigh18.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/leigh18.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;failed birthday photo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/f3575f46.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/f3575f46.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA how we made fun of this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;claire smurf trish mon fiona dina toh mellaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOVE :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate fell short this time,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;your smile fades in the summer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blink 182 : not now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115427294331016584?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115427294331016584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115427294331016584&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115427294331016584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115427294331016584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/and-maybe-tonight-i-can-breathe-for.html' title='And maybe tonight I can breathe for awhile'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115425737103513141</id><published>2006-07-30T18:40:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T19:07:44.466+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember more than you'd like to forget</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;so here i am counting down the days till california comes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;four notes to four people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt;you'd be the jailhouse queen&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call me when this seven-year-old-brat phase is over. what happened to you? and oh my goodness, what happened to me? i used to care, i still care, thiiiiiiiiiis much, really. so i'll try to reach out to you again. we're both high-maintenance, haha, wish i could be there for you. in the meantime, take care and take heart. love :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;threw your arms in the air and said 'you're crazy'&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it it smart, to be avoiding you like this?&lt;br /&gt;remember more then you'd like to forget&lt;br /&gt;now i'm lying on the table with everything you said&lt;br /&gt;the weight of my decisions were impossible to hold&lt;br /&gt;and all i need to know is that i'm something you'll be missing&lt;br /&gt;well, maybe i should hate you for this&lt;br /&gt;so tell me, how many pieces have you broken your heart into this year?&lt;br /&gt;i haven't learnt my lesson&lt;br /&gt;you haven't broken me yet, from all that you've done to me&lt;br /&gt;please don't try so hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;em&gt;to hell with you and all your friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't regret anything i did last night, but obstinacy tells me that it's all your fault for spoiling everything. stop flattering yourself by thinking we even give a damn abt you, and you know what? it's not our fault we couldn't find the toilets. i don't blame her for treating you like that, cos you deserved it. so even if you never sms or talk to me ever again, i'm thankful that you've finally had the sense to leave me alone, cos that's what i want and i'll be fine that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;em&gt;darling don't you lie, lie to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been able to read you, and i know what you're up to this time. you haven't learnt your lesson abt lying, and like they say, the best part of 'believe' is 'lie'. everytime i'm arnd you i feel annoyed, cos you think you're all that. i'm sorry, but i'm not stupid enough to make the same mistake four times. don't deceive yourself into thinking you're better and even worse, that i want you back. cos the letters don't mean anything, and i'll always know i'm better off without you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;congrats if you could guess who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey misha button sonn and dee, love! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brand new : seventy times seven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115425737103513141?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115425737103513141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115425737103513141&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115425737103513141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115425737103513141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/remember-more-than-youd-like-to-forget.html' title='Remember more than you&apos;d like to forget'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115408749717740153</id><published>2006-07-28T19:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T19:51:37.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>One week</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;this could be the last day that i hold my breath and wait&lt;br /&gt;for you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's been one week since you looked at me&lt;br /&gt;threw your arms in the air and said 'you're crazy'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how can i help it if i think you're funny when you're mad&lt;br /&gt;trying hard not to smile though i feel bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;yesterday you just smiled at me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;barenaked ladies : one week&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115408749717740153?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115408749717740153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115408749717740153&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115408749717740153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115408749717740153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/one-week.html' title='One week'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115400940278972899</id><published>2006-07-27T22:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-27T22:10:03.056+08:00</updated><title type='text'>10:01 and this night is gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;10:01 and this night is gone&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was you who made me forget all i had known&lt;br /&gt;everytime i looked into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;and it was me who decided to give up my heart and run away&lt;br /&gt;today is gone&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow's mine but i'm still alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you should really learn that when i say 'whatever', it means i'm really annoyed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;or is this the end of everything i love?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the perishers : trouble sleeping&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115400940278972899?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115400940278972899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115400940278972899&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i think of leigh leigh, i think of how you used to call me that and annoy me because you refused to call me anything else except that and shaan. haha and the 1728180 times i hung up on you because you pissed me off. sneaking out tgt, getting caught in the morning. the ice-cream and the study schedule in my mailbox. you nagged and made me study, and that's how i got into acjc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;if someone said three years from now you'd be long gone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how you used to hate charlie simpson because i loved him, because you were jealous. and how you bothered me to send you songs. remember mothers' day? valentines' day? my 16th birthday? the 30th or 31st of every month, and how you waited for me though eventually i wouldn't say my third yes with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'd stand up and punch them out cos they're all wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking endlessly on the phone till so late, until i used to fall asleep while talking to you, and you didn't dare to hang up so you waited hours just to make sure. calling me from anywhere and everywhere you went, and messaging me so many times it became a routine for me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i know better&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember how you come down to apologise to claire? haha and then you sent me home. and how you tolerated my scary movie phase though i got freaked everytime. constantine, hide and seek, hitch. remember when we saw house of wax, and i couldn't sleep cos it was so scary and i called you at 3 am and you didn't hang up on me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cos you said forever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still have your letters and whatever you gave me, and i wish i could give everything back to you. i'd give almost anything to forget our chpt and the past year. thankfully we never took any photographs tgt, or the memory would be even more vivid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and ever&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the worst part is, maybe i miss it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;who knew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so is it smart, to be avoiding you like this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : one-eighty by summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115383829073756474?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115383829073756474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115383829073756474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115383829073756474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115383829073756474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/fate-wont-let-you-hide-forever.html' title='Fate won&apos;t let you hide forever'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115383361505927087</id><published>2006-07-25T21:36:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T21:54:42.850+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is running out for a happy ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;clear liquor and cloudy eyed, too early to say goodnight&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is for the record cos i've been holding back too long&lt;br /&gt;a summer of abandoned words lost in the torn out pages&lt;br /&gt;and the centerpiece of your own views&lt;br /&gt;is appropriate for the given heart&lt;br /&gt;well i will find a way into your heart&lt;br /&gt;so let me try and sleep before we know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;time is running out for a happy ending&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;daphne loves derby : tennis court soundtrack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115383361505927087?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115383361505927087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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you'd love to hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;a long night spent with your most obvious weakness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;council cw meeting in the morning, then town with moosey mandar and sonn :D&lt;br /&gt;met them at taka then we went to food republic for dimsum&lt;br /&gt;topshop and flesh imp!&lt;br /&gt;and on the way to *scape sonn told excessively bad jokes haha&lt;br /&gt;so then mandar left us (boohoo) and moosey and i crashed sonn's house where we went berserk with the chair, the balloon (which hit the fan and made us scream) and the hats and scarves haha&lt;br /&gt;lucky for sonn, moosey didn't send me sonn's pornstar pictures heh heh&lt;br /&gt;but oh well&lt;br /&gt;see us go bonkers and gape!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4770.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4770.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn's chair is nice to spin in haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4771.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4776.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4776.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn pretending to be in awe of the queen -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4784.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4784.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at queen moosey's snob look!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4786.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4786.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mrs ben &amp; mrs jerry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4837.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4837.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's hilarious when the pen squeaks on the balloon haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;extreme makeover balloon edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4842.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4842.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yay see he looks so much better now. say hello to mr bueno nachos :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4871.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4871.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;elves are high tech okay. look at the ipod :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway we got hungry so we walked to valleypoint and back&lt;br /&gt;sonn was going to make us margharitas but i had to leave for dinner at hard rock cafe so arghh!&lt;br /&gt;okay nevermind we'll have them on tues haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and now i have to run off and type out the cw meeting minutes poof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's like i'm the one you'd love to hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard : martin sheen or jfk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115358306909128220?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115358306909128220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115358306909128220&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115358306909128220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115358306909128220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/its-like-im-one-youd-love-to-hate.html' title='It&apos;s like I&apos;m the one you&apos;d love to hate'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115341603835487340</id><published>2006-07-20T23:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T01:20:38.470+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Never thought you'd make me, break me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;wake up, my love&lt;br /&gt;never thought you'd make me, break me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conferencing now with smurf mon steff dina trish toh&lt;br /&gt;haha of boyfriends, best friends and beating people up&lt;br /&gt;everyone's talking at the same time making random noises while mon won't shut up (as usual haha)&lt;br /&gt;oh my goodness how i miss you all&lt;br /&gt;can't wait for 0908 when we all meet up, and plot to crash ngee ann poly&lt;br /&gt;dina just recovered from her shock, and smurf owes us all drinks :D&lt;br /&gt;and smurfy! i should've smelt a rat at the rugby match tsk tsk&lt;br /&gt;mon, over my dead body will i ask you-know-who to go latin dancing with me haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;miss smurf, miss loudmouth, miss burperfarter, miss i-love-starwarsjohnnydeppharrypotterebay, mrs danny mcfly, miss quiet, miss sotong, miss hawaii&lt;br /&gt;you know who you are&lt;br /&gt;LOVE YOU LONG TIME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to those who make me actually feel like getting out of bed in the morning to go to sch,&lt;br /&gt;miss moosey, miss voodoo, miss crazy, miss jo_sh&lt;br /&gt;miss sticky trippy, miss dee, miss evil bunny rabbit&lt;br /&gt;and the hotstuff guys&lt;br /&gt;thank you for everything (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so far gone now, i've been running on empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the used : lunacy fringe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115332049803528574</id><published>2006-07-19T22:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T22:48:19.993+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The chemistry between us could destroy this place</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;oh, the chemistry between us could destroy this place&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so let's take a break from songs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today aft lit ben found a HUGE praying mantis near the nls!&lt;br /&gt;haha and oh my goodness he just had to try to catch it. so we stood there for ages waiting for ben to catch it in his specs case. unfortunately the praying mantis (moosey named it wally! haha) was really really smart so it kept walking on the outside of the specs case, refusing to go in&lt;br /&gt;at one point it jumped at ben and scratched him with its sharp feelers arghh so aft that we all stood really far away in case it decided to jump at us.&lt;br /&gt;yes and i'm ashamed to say that moosey and i were squealing everytime ben waved the specs case with the praying mantis on it at us. haha but seriously it was HUGE and it had scary feelers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so ben finally managed to snap the specs case shut without catching it on the bug's legs but sonn made ben open the specs case in the canteen! and of course it went berserk and popped out immediately and we squealed / screamed / shrieked and ran away.&lt;br /&gt;i think aft that ben found it a new home in a pringles can haha we'll see what happened to it tomorrow :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh wells then i went for track nationals cos tyanne was running, and so i joined the councillors there and screamed myself hoarse cheering for acjc ijtp and acsi.&lt;br /&gt;speaking of which, we have a new pe teacher, and now pe sucks. haha :D&lt;br /&gt;esp cos we can't wear fbts now. eugene!! how? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in retrospect,&lt;br /&gt;people are either getting more annoying, or i'm becoming more impatient&lt;br /&gt;haha i think it's me.&lt;br /&gt;i think i get annoyed really easily now. and the worst part is, i show it when i'm annoyed!&lt;br /&gt;this is bad. so let's go back to the days where i always said "whatever i don't care", and when i didn't let people ruin my day.&lt;br /&gt;congrats to amisha mandar moosey sonn jo bryan dwong malvin dee for tolerating all my nonsense haha yay thank you :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh my goodness i passed terms! like barely. haha i passed hist for the first time in my hist of taking hist! which is like since this year haha but still! or maybe it's cos they marked it leniently which would make it an artificial pass like how subsidies keep prices artificially low! haha okay i know i'm not making much sense. but yeah i'll probably still end up in ssp for the horrendous grades overall :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey! can't wait for saturday. haha and &lt;em&gt;how much do you love me?&lt;/em&gt; looks like a freaking skanky movie please! i don't want to see it :D i'm going to see lakehouse even if i have to sit in there myself haha ahhh LOVE NICKY and her alter ego :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_4687.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_4687.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel and the umbrella&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do i seem familiar?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've crossed you in hallways a thousand times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;electrico : love in a new wave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115315290928672857</id><published>2006-07-17T23:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:16:22.570+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We could whisper forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;there's a pain that sleeps inside, it sleeps with just one eye&lt;br /&gt;and awakens the moment that you leave&lt;br /&gt;though i try to look away&lt;br /&gt;the pain it still remains&lt;br /&gt;only leaving when you're next to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;31st students' council investiture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay so now're we're in charge. haha although we haven't moved into the council room yet&lt;br /&gt;at least i didn't trip and fall down while walking down the aisle :D&lt;br /&gt;unzipping was hilarious cos amisha and ju were trying to make me smile haha and amisha stuck her tongue out at me!&lt;br /&gt;oh well no more huge blue badge! no more number 7!&lt;br /&gt;haha and hello, cw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;do you know that everytime you're near&lt;br /&gt;everybody else seems far away&lt;br /&gt;so can you come and make them disappear&lt;br /&gt;make them disappear and we can stay&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway term results are really really bad&lt;br /&gt;haha so i guess i'll be stuck in ssp for the rest of my life, and on top of council and debate and everything else!! ahhh no life&lt;br /&gt;although on the bright side it forces me to study i guess. and as geoks says it's free tuition haha&lt;br /&gt;but i don't study so well in the afternoon. haha usually during 2300 - 0400 maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to stop regretting taking history,&lt;br /&gt;and now would be a pretty good time for the supposed math genes in me to start exerting its effect!&lt;br /&gt;oh and chi is just... gone haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so i stand and look around&lt;br /&gt;distracted by the sounds of everyone and everything i see&lt;br /&gt;and i search through every face&lt;br /&gt;without a single trace of the person&lt;br /&gt;the person that i need&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amisha ;&lt;br /&gt;amisha sticky trippy misha button kabra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo ;&lt;br /&gt;and you're our very own artyfarty art prize winner yay!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn ;&lt;br /&gt;sonn! with ssp i'm not going to have any time to spend with all of you AHHH so come join me in ssp haha we can be muggerfuggers tgt :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;emmanuel ;&lt;br /&gt;having a blast at sch? or having a blast teasing you? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard : waiting game&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115305873205619674</id><published>2006-07-16T21:48:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:05:32.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>So won't you smile our secret smile at me again</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;hands down, this is the best day i can ever remember&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll always remember the sound of the stereo&lt;br /&gt;and the time on the clock when we realized it's so late&lt;br /&gt;and this walk that we shared together&lt;br /&gt;the streets were wet and the gate was locked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so won't you smile our secret smile at me again&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if someone said three years from now you'd be long gone&lt;br /&gt;i'd stand up and punch them out cos they're all wrong and&lt;br /&gt;i know better&lt;br /&gt;cos you said forever, and ever&lt;br /&gt;who knew?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you don't know how lovely you are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dashboard confessional : don't wait&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115305873205619674?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115305873205619674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115305873205619674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115305873205619674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;you don't know how lovely you are&lt;br /&gt;i had to find you, tell you i need you&lt;br /&gt;tell you i set you apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nobody said it was easy, no one ever said it would be this hard&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what if you should decide&lt;br /&gt;that you don't want me there in your life&lt;br /&gt;that you don't want me there by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want you to know that i miss you, i miss you so&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finch : post script&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115288902100094582?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115288902100094582/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115254019509413099</id><published>2006-07-10T21:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:03:15.186+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you save my soul tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;darling don't you lie, lie to me&lt;br /&gt;i wanna break into your heart to see why you want us apart&lt;br /&gt;oh, i'm scared to death to find out what you think of me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;of yesterday and today&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yest we went to usher at the intl phys olympiad haha&lt;br /&gt;made friends with the participants from &lt;strong&gt;84&lt;/strong&gt; countries!&lt;br /&gt;all the delegates were so friendly ahhh maybe we'll get to meet them again if we go and usher next week :)&lt;br /&gt;and oh my hat nats was superduper pretty there haha she had to go onstage and all so they glammed her up for it and i almost couldn't recognize her&lt;br /&gt;can you get any prettier nats??!! :)&lt;br /&gt;then nats saboed us cos amisha and i were standing at the balcony and nats looked up and apparently we were flashing to the world below us haha&lt;br /&gt;thank the stars for fbts haha though nats said she could see our SEXY THIGHS like oh my hat how embarrassing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Estonia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Estonia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;us with the delegates from estonia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Spain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Spain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spain was the most hilarious! haha amisha finally found a guy worthy of her height. plus he's spanish and he looks good behind her :D HAHA oh she's so going to kill me when she sees this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Norway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Norway.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and peter pan (okay fine that's not his real name) from norway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and today we had phototaking for our classes :D&lt;br /&gt;mandar moosey sonn leanne and i were the last to get to the concourse cos we went to the toilet haha and when we came back the whole class was waiting for us. oops&lt;br /&gt;bad bad time to take photos cos the wind was blowing but i guess we'll look windblown then which is supposed to be good right? haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then the photographer told us to take our own "clique pictures".&lt;br /&gt;maybe he should've phrased it in a nicer sense cos then you make those who don't have a clique or whatever feel uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;i mean, aft all we are one class so whatever right? you don't have to further segregate our class by emphasising the cliques. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway someone came up with the brilliant idea of sitting on the huge hurdle on the field. then the crazy photographer came up with the dangerous idea of STANDING on the hurdle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so imagine malvin bryan jo sonn moosey mandar dwong and me standing on it while the wind is blowing and our knees are shaking so hard that the entire hurdle is wobbling. and then we got persuaded to stand on it ONE-LEGGED. hahaha i'm so glad i got off the hurdle alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well then we reviewed the photos and yay they're all so nice and 1AD1-ish! can't wait to see it printed. haha :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when the photographer ran off to take the other pictures moosey grabbed her camera and we had our own phototaking session haha oh my hat all of us are such &lt;strong&gt;camwhores&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lub choo 1AD1 :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;all i need to know&lt;br /&gt;when you're on your own&lt;br /&gt;do you miss what might have been?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;world don't stop turning&lt;br /&gt;stars don't stop falling down&lt;br /&gt;in my world of make believe&lt;br /&gt;do you ever think of me?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : these walls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115254019509413099?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115254019509413099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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me</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;38.6 deg c and counting&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be busy in sch than be stuck at home with absolutely nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;did you know that in the past 6 months, this is the first time i can actually say "I'M BORED!" so let me relish it haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i've been watching random shows like dora the explorer (like oh my hat) and oprah on tv all day because there is nothing else you can do while clutching a box of kleenex, while sneezing your head off and hoping the fever will go away.&lt;br /&gt;haha like yest i sneezed so violently that i shook the table and my lamp fell off it&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;according to you we don't click,&lt;br /&gt;that's a blatant lie and you know it&lt;br /&gt;angel, what are you hiding from me?&lt;br /&gt;if there is truly another secret lunch-break, working late lover&lt;br /&gt;then i would die, but at least then i'd be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the spill canvas : polygraph, right now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115228698250098444?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115228698250098444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115228698250098444&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115228698250098444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115228698250098444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/darling-dont-you-lie-lie-to-me.html' title='Darling don&apos;t you lie, lie to me'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115220106568315258</id><published>2006-07-06T21:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T19:01:43.010+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;because i'm sick, again!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;struggled through today with flu fever stomach flu headache sore throat cough sneezles&lt;br /&gt;although i felt perfectly okay in the morning&lt;br /&gt;isolated myself during chi in a corner so i wouldn't cause another epidemic... i hope&lt;br /&gt;poor moosey had to take care of me the whole day, and jo, who is germophobic (okay i made that word up) kept running away from me and screamed when i went near her haha&lt;br /&gt;moosey and amisha think i'm overworked, ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;whatever doesn't kill you only makes you stronger&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, i went to sleep aft i got back from sch and the fever's worse!&lt;br /&gt;haha it's like 38.2 deg c now and i can feel the heat radiating from my body.&lt;br /&gt;it's quite scary&lt;br /&gt;but yay i'm hot! :D literally haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;exchanging body heat in the passenger seat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've sneezed like 8372900 times today (i'm NOT kidding)&lt;br /&gt;and i think i should marry the kleenex company's owner's son since then i can use as much kleenex as i want :D&lt;br /&gt;i may potentially be their best customer! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you, it's weird how i've become so indifferent to you&lt;br /&gt;right now if you told me you hated me, i think i wouldn't care&lt;br /&gt;although i still get hit, hard, when you walk into the room&lt;br /&gt;it's true, time heals all wounds&lt;br /&gt;everyone thinks what you're doing to me is bad for me&lt;br /&gt;and liking you has only become a habit which i can break&lt;br /&gt;the thing is, do i want to?&lt;br /&gt;but can i honestly say i still care abt you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;fate is an elegant, cold-hearted whore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;maybe you're everything i need&lt;br /&gt;maybe you'd be good for me,&lt;br /&gt;but i don't want to like you.&lt;br /&gt;haha go away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're my beloved, you just don't know it yet&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic! at the disco : lying is the most fun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115216854965907321</id><published>2006-07-06T14:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T14:49:09.670+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You won't try for me, not now</title><content type='html'>and in case you were wondering, you are like a hurricane to me&lt;br /&gt;your violence is beautiful, and your center sweet&lt;br /&gt;now tell me this, do you know how we'd meet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's 3 am and i am sneaking out your back door&lt;br /&gt;a goodnight kiss and i am stumbling to my car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jack johnson : better together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115211186893989939</id><published>2006-07-05T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T00:20:35.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Harlequin girls</title><content type='html'>pccg got switched with pe for first 4 periods but during supposed pe time, we couldn't find derek ho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we went and sat at the concourse! but we got bored.&lt;br /&gt;therefore boredom = &lt;strong&gt;pass the lionel&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, you have to toss lionel (moosey's gorilla) arnd and if you're holding it when the music stops, you have to do a dare :D&lt;br /&gt;mandar had to carry one of the potted plants and say something to a random guy abt the forest? HAHA but i can't upload the picture... it's a sign :D then major perfume wars happened, with moosey's red adidas spray thing.&lt;br /&gt;i was ARMED with fcuk haha :D&lt;br /&gt;poor lionel got tossed arnd like some frisbee, and oh my hat i will never forgive mandar for making me do that stupid "will you date me? err no i wasn't talking to you" thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft awhile i think we all went a bit psycho and started running arnd&lt;br /&gt;mandar ran away with joseph's pe shorts&lt;br /&gt;(haha mandar's so brave to have even touched it!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the baffled boy staring at joseph's shorts in the tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then we went to cjlmxlb for dinner! WITH CHRISTINE! :D&lt;br /&gt;i think my throat died aft eating haha oh the chilli was horrible... it &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NICOL :D unglam photo courtesy of ducky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GO AWAY DUCKY. and give me back my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so testosterone boys and harlequin girls&lt;br /&gt;will you dance to this beat, and hold a lover close?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted : what i go to school for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115211186893989939?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115211186893989939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115211186893989939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115211186893989939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115211186893989939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/harlequin-girls.html' title='Harlequin girls'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115202449739062989</id><published>2006-07-04T21:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T22:48:17.453+08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thoughts are choking, on you my dear</title><content type='html'>terms are over but now we can look forward to results! :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha before i throw the memories of a level chi out the window, let's say it tgt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a level chi oral was terrible.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess it was bad also because nigel and i were the last two so we were talking, stoning, fidgeting and aft waiting like yonks for our turn, i was tired and restless and cranky and i couldn't wait to get out of the mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i sounded like a pri sch kid while reading the passage... cos i was reading one word at a time cos i couldn't see what word was next! haha there went fluency&lt;br /&gt;and conversation was actually not bad cos i understood what the topic was the first time round, but oh my hat it was abt the eleven o'clock curfew thingaling which i've complained abt 328789329 times (in english)!&lt;br /&gt;so while trying to translate into english, i paused with "um"s, and my gosh, i have never ever said so many "um"s in my life.&lt;br /&gt;and when i said i was against the curfew, the invigilator frowned! so i happily skipped over the fence and said i thought it wasn't a bad idea aft all.&lt;br /&gt;someone shoot me please!&lt;br /&gt;so much for being chinese. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think we were hilarious at ikea.&lt;br /&gt;sonn tried to wash her hands at a tap that was fake.&lt;br /&gt;welcome to the dumdums club :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;my thoughts are choking, on you my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : make damn sure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115202449739062989?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115202449739062989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115202449739062989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115202449739062989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115202449739062989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-thoughts-are-choking-on-you-my-dear.html' title='My thoughts are choking, on you my dear'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115176252959999748</id><published>2006-07-01T21:07:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T22:02:09.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm addicted to you, heartbreaker</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;of yesterday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;plain english speaking award (pesa) 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh my hat&lt;br /&gt;amisha and i slaved away at the speech right up till the yest morning, and since i couldn't be bothered to, i was the only one who didn't memorise my speech haha.&lt;br /&gt;everyone else was really good though :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel tried to throw a rose at a random girl during his speech, but he failed cos it landed in nicholas' lap!&lt;br /&gt;then later aft the impromptu round, nigel turned to me while holding the rose and asked "are you attached?"&lt;br /&gt;you are such a random boy, haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and before they announced the finalists, i bet with emmanuel that he would get in, and that his name would be read out first. and i was right!&lt;br /&gt;so i was laughing in his face when he heard his name,&lt;br /&gt;but he bet with me that i'd make it in too and sadly he was right&lt;br /&gt;he was like "IN YOUR FACE!" when they announced my name.&lt;br /&gt;oh well &lt;strong&gt;CONGRATS EMMANUEL!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and to the rest of the finalists too :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey and amisha surprised me and got me a lily haha! cos in my speech i talked abt my cousin lily&lt;br /&gt;if you knew me well enough you'd know that's a lie cos i don't have any cousins&lt;br /&gt;yay thank you for coming down haha :)&lt;br /&gt;although i didn't want anyone to know cos i knew i was going to screw up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3578.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3578.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that's me trying to read my speech while &lt;em&gt;some people&lt;/em&gt; tried to take pictures&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aft we went towning, where we met jo and went for the mango sale&lt;br /&gt;amisha, jo and i wanted to buy the same top but in the end, only amisha got it i think.&lt;br /&gt;haha see we all have good taste :) or maybe it's just that we have weird taste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we went to zara and lido, where our seniors waved at us!&lt;br /&gt;but we didn't wave back. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3627.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3627.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;illegally wearing zara merchandise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jo me moosey misha button. and my cousin lily :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm addicted to you, Heartbreaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the academy is : checkmarks&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115176252959999748?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115176252959999748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115176252959999748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115176252959999748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115176252959999748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/07/im-addicted-to-you-heartbreaker.html' title='I&apos;m addicted to you, heartbreaker'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115158056829611576</id><published>2006-06-29T19:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T22:58:25.000+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She was the girl from Katong</title><content type='html'>SCREW THIS, AND EVERYTHING ELSE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let's not talk abt terms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;so come and dance with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're the only one i'd ever want&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;serenaide : girl from katong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115158056829611576?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115141702395597525</id><published>2006-06-28T18:51:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T19:33:22.683+08:00</updated><title type='text'>She is the prom queen</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;because i'm missing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please, please forgive me&lt;br /&gt;but i won't be home again&lt;br /&gt;maybe someday you'll look up&lt;br /&gt;and barely conscious, you'll say to no one&lt;br /&gt;isn't something missing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you won't cry for my absence i know&lt;br /&gt;you forgot me long ago&lt;br /&gt;am i that unimportant&lt;br /&gt;am i so insignificant&lt;br /&gt;isn't something missing&lt;br /&gt;isn't someone missing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even though i'm the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you won't try for me, not now&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;though i'd die to know you love me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm all alone&lt;br /&gt;isn't someone missing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : 7 minutes in heaven (atavan halen)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115141702395597525?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115141702395597525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115141702395597525&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115141702395597525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115141702395597525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/she-is-prom-queen.html' title='She is the prom queen'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115089919924050905</id><published>2006-06-21T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:13:19.370+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trying to forget everything that isn't you</title><content type='html'>i think i'm in trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;terms are &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; days away&lt;br /&gt;HELP.&lt;br /&gt;half the time i'm not even at home so i squeeze in my homework and revision into the weirdest times. like when i go back to sch for stuff i'm half listening and half writing stuff for other subjects haha :D&lt;br /&gt;even then, it's not enough cos i haven't even finished any freaking subject. oh no.&lt;br /&gt;so i guess i'll have to go back into the muggerfugger mode that i was stuck in during o levels (with spin-off effects during first 3 months). and that means studying at insane hours till 4 am with cadbury and mtv keeping me company :)&lt;br /&gt;AHHH I NEED TO DO WELL&lt;br /&gt;okay shut up leigh-anne. everyone needs to do well.&lt;br /&gt;oh my gosh. everyone's expectations are killing me ; they want you to be on top of everything, and show that you are supergirl and can be stellar in academics and cca ahhh haha.&lt;br /&gt;why am i even online??!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;s&gt;well actually because i'm editing my speech and researching intelligent design because i'm fascinated with it!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because i'm procrastinating! i'll do it... eventually!&lt;br /&gt;sigh.&lt;br /&gt;sadly i think i'll have to kiss my h3s goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with eyes like the summer of beauty and truth&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;death cab for cutie : someday you will be loved&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115089919924050905?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115089919924050905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115089919924050905&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115089919924050905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115089919924050905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/trying-to-forget-everything-that-isnt.html' title='Trying to forget everything that isn&apos;t you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115073938179491496</id><published>2006-06-19T23:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T01:55:05.530+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chooey Moosey</title><content type='html'>so you know what this is abt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JO :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha my dear dumdum partner-in-crime! hope you enjoyed the SUPPLIES, the double dunking, double cake, many many pressies and the i never!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;180606&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn mandar moosey and i went present shopping for jo's &lt;s&gt;supplies&lt;/s&gt; surprise :D&lt;br /&gt;haha we started looking for jo's present at toys 'r' us - "massive sale"&lt;br /&gt;where the deprived children went wild and began running arnd grabbing toys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; sonn grabbed the horse on the stick, galloped arnd and almost knocked over a whole display of tiny teddies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; sonn riding arnd the store in the trolley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; playing with barney and elmo hand puppets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; mandar refusing to let go of this huge stuffed bear (okay fine it's cute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the parents and little kids stopped and stared at this spectacle haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/mandar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/mandar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at that HUGE kid carrying the HUGE bear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/Image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/Image001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdum record for trolley full of the biggest kids in toys 'r' us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;190606&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enactment of operation &lt;s&gt;supplies&lt;/s&gt; surprise jo!&lt;br /&gt;haha inclusive of lots and lots of extreme measures to make sure she didn't find out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; stopping the taxi &lt;strong&gt;two blocks&lt;/strong&gt; away so she couldn't see us from her window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; plotting and getting dwong to rehearse his lines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; plotting with the partner-in-crime ; jo's mom! (heh heh everyone was in on it except jo)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;e.g.&lt;/strong&gt; sneaking arnd the estate in the bushes :/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3309.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you see my cute flower?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3325.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3325.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;plotting with jo's mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3334.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3334.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaking arnd in the bushes - sonn's in green for camouflage :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately we failed!&lt;br /&gt;well i guess it was half-half. cos jo was like "HARH WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" when she saw dwong, but our snorting symphony gave the game away!&lt;br /&gt;haha she guessed that there were people shaking with laughter behind the pillar!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3336.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;happy happy jo! haha with sonn dwong me and mandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3491.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a horrible picture but at least we look happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_3517.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_3517.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;london madness.&lt;br /&gt;(in case you were wondering, jo's wet cos we shoved her into the pool TWICE! and this is moosey pre-dunking too hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so aft lots of pizza, chicken, mochi (YAY) and cake (arctic &lt;s&gt;circles&lt;/s&gt; rolls!) we played i never!&lt;br /&gt;i never hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. go see &lt;a href="http://spotlightkids.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;JO'S BLOG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; for her account hahaha :) LOVE JO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope we managed to surprise you jo :)&lt;br /&gt;and to sonn dwong moosey and mandar, we should start a snorting symphony or something. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i want to have the same last dream again&lt;br /&gt;the one where i wake up and i'm alive&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;angels and airwaves : the adventure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115073938179491496?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115073938179491496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115073938179491496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115073938179491496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115073938179491496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/chooey-moosey.html' title='Chooey Moosey'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-115038039861879094</id><published>2006-06-15T21:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-15T22:06:38.650+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Access Misery</title><content type='html'>in our family portrait,&lt;br /&gt;we look pretty happy :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;after all this why would you ever want to leave&lt;br /&gt;maybe you could not believe it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saving jane : girl next door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-115038039861879094?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/115038039861879094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=115038039861879094&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115038039861879094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/115038039861879094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/random-access-misery.html' title='Random Access Misery'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114995643119417459</id><published>2006-06-10T22:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T00:20:48.216+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be your best kept secret</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;council : june camp 2006&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most hated words : KNOCK IT DOWN&lt;br /&gt;favourite word(s) : recover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days of sleeping in the cold els, no handphone or wallet, hanging out our used shirts (and stinking up the bunk), cheering our lungs out, screaming in the toilets at the cockroaches, cold water in the showers, losing our voices, running arnd trying not to be late, drinking lots and lots of water, singing grace, getting first aid, crazy games, knocking it down and bonding.&lt;br /&gt;what can i say? the peanut game, the tribal game, 600 pull-ups / 800 inclined pull ups, find the random (haha!), the 10.9 km run and all the in-betweens said it all for us.&lt;br /&gt;5 days during which we laughed, sacrificed, cried, almost fainted, complained, whined and wished it was over, all of which helped to bond us and make us one council.&lt;br /&gt;5 days also during which i got a sunburn, many many bruises, lost my voice, sustained leg cramps in two places and got a back sprain :)&lt;br /&gt;we couldn't ever have done it alone, and well, we're alive!&lt;br /&gt;love the 31sts :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and the 30ths too&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. amisha what happened to alias haha :D will update you at the next trng - can't wait :) sonn, goooo class rep! love 1AD1. and trish i miss you all too. can we please meet up SOON before we graduate? :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : make damn sure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114995643119417459?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114995643119417459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114995643119417459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114995643119417459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114995643119417459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/ill-be-your-best-kept-secret.html' title='I&apos;ll be your best kept secret'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114943802630581573</id><published>2006-06-04T23:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T00:20:26.376+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Letters to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;i'm so tired of being here, suppressed by all my childish fears&lt;br /&gt;and if you have to leave, i wish that you would just leave&lt;br /&gt;cos your presence still lingers here and it won't leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these wounds won't seem to heal, this pain is just too real&lt;br /&gt;there's just too much that time cannot erase&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you cried, i'd wipe away all of your tears&lt;br /&gt;when you'd scream, i'd fight away all of your fears&lt;br /&gt;and i held your hand through all of these years&lt;br /&gt;but you still have all of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you used to captivate me by your resonating light&lt;br /&gt;now i'm bound by the life you left behind&lt;br /&gt;your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams&lt;br /&gt;your voice it chased away all the sanity in me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in retrospect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i sit back and wonder why i'm doing this to myself.&lt;br /&gt;the only reason why it's so complicated is because i made it that way, and i'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;the funny thing is how everyone comes and talks to me cos they think i can help them solve their problems...&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can solve everyone's problems except my own.&lt;br /&gt;this chpt has been so disappointing and i have no idea why i continue to write it&lt;br /&gt;we all know this fairytale won't have a happy ending&lt;br /&gt;i have every reason to hate you, and yet i choose to overlook it&lt;br /&gt;all i'm doing is running away from everything&lt;br /&gt;i turn away my rationality as i hold hope's hand&lt;br /&gt;and i wish this nightmare would end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finch : letters to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114943802630581573?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114943802630581573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114943802630581573&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114943802630581573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114943802630581573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/letters-to-you.html' title='Letters to you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114932861841545257</id><published>2006-06-03T16:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T17:56:58.446+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight I'm not afraid to tell you</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;pre-u sem 2006&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5 days of keynote presentations, running on 3 hours of sleep, sneaking out, 6 meals daily, horrible rooms, sleeping during presentations and socializing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i didn't try to pay attention to the keynote speakers but i was too tired for anything aft sneaking out every single night. the fact that cameras were everywhere wasn't enough of an impetus to force me to keep awake haha :D if they ever screen the recording of the opening ceremony you'll see all the acjc people sleeping if you look closely enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sneaking out was one of the highlights haha ruiyan amisha nats dee and i crashed nats' room the first night where we talked till like 2 am. halfway through we got a shock cos someone knocked at the door and when nats called out "who is it?" no one answered haha.&lt;br /&gt;second and third nights in zunyou's room with amisha dee noel and kevin - oh the bad, sick jokes and the brokeback re-enactments.&lt;br /&gt;haha the first time amisha brought me to zunyou's room, she knocked at the door and said "hurry up, hurry up, let us in!!" really urgently, then this boy opened the door and we were halfway into the room when amisha started laughing cos she realised we knocked on the wrong door. so yes we accidentally barged into some random boy's room at like midnight&lt;br /&gt;and the last night was my midnight walk with lizzie! haha we wandered arnd the campus (left our mark), talked and stuffed our faces in my room and went to sit right in the middle of the open foyer. when a bunch of boys walked past and asked us what we were doing we told them we were doing yoga, that we were yogis and that they could join us as yoghurt hahaha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh i pushed emmanuel into the pond when he was sitting on the edge of it! hahahaha i didn't expect him to fall in cos he could've steadied himself but oh well there was a huge splash and i felt so guilty i almost ran away&lt;br /&gt;I'M SORRY :D hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1637.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1637.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amisha made us pretend to do the bollywood thing with a skinny tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1631.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1631.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me and nats&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1618.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1618.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lee and dee before leaving for pgpr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1635.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1635.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me dee nats and amisha at the cafe :D our unofficial hangout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/pre-u%20sem%20grp2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/pre-u%20sem%20grp2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;seminar group 2 ; jaz (jazzy lol who looks so much like daphne khoo) amira si hui (my asst director!) charlene pearl cheryl karen (decrine!) amelia yanhan timothy (confucius) gareth chengyuan jameson and i can't remember the rest haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and when i get my hands on the video we filmed for the guerilla filming thing i will destroy it! no more "i am a smart girl :D" haha. can you believe the director took 9 takes to say "the presence of this company is thus impt in the preservation of singapore's diverse local food culture"? can you believe the director was me?? HAHA oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think i spent more time bonding with ac than with my own group. haha noel (can't wait for christmas!) kevin ruiyan cheryl deb nats amisha dee zunyou gerald (fbts!) and sha (who was mia half the time!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad the nightmare of pre-u sem is over and it's back to reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;acs idol&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha screamed my lungs out for joseph yong but he didn't win!!! ARGH nevermind he's still the acs idol to me :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1649.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1649.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amisha me sha dee at acs idol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did you really think i couldn't tell?&lt;br /&gt;i've done things, said things i wish i didn't and it's too late to go back&lt;br /&gt;i'm stuck in a rut i can't get out of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tonight i'm not afraid to tell you what i feel abt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;teddy geiger : for you i will&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114932861841545257?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114932861841545257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114932861841545257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114932861841545257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114932861841545257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/06/tonight-im-not-afraid-to-tell-you.html' title='Tonight I&apos;m not afraid to tell you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114848552288860687</id><published>2006-05-25T23:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T23:09:26.913+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Someday you will find me</title><content type='html'>because i'm angry with myself, and the world, once again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;constantly falling short of my expectations of myself and trying to be supergirl with everything i have to juggle. i guess doing so many things now is a form of making up for what i didn't do in ijtp. at least i'm learning to have fun along the way, and at least it's keeping me busy and distracted. but oh the horrors of the word &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;terms&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; ; i can't even pretend to myself that i'll study during the june hols cos the fact is, i don't have any freaking hols.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a lighter note, yest i did 2 dumdum things! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was walking to our class row in the hall i actually walked past the class and stopped at the wrong place and started wondering where the class went!&lt;br /&gt;and then, moosey left her file in nl 6 aft lit so i went back for it, and on the way i saw this cutecute kitten. on the way back i saw it running under some car so since no one was watching i decided to heck the fact that i was wearing a skirt, be unglam and bend down to look under the car to check on the kitten, and then out of the blue someone shouts "LEIGH-ANNE CHOO WHAT ARE YOU DOING??!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;how do you get over something that never happened?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oasis : champagne supernova&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114848552288860687?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114848552288860687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114848552288860687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114848552288860687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114848552288860687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/someday-you-will-find-me.html' title='Someday you will find me'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114812600827624376</id><published>2006-05-20T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T19:53:28.286+08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Midsummer Night's Dream</title><content type='html'>you are my very first thought in the morning&lt;br /&gt;and my last at nightfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you are the love that came without warning&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : nobody puts baby in the corner&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114812600827624376?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114796454780046519</id><published>2006-05-18T22:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:02:27.856+08:00</updated><title type='text'>The fallen interlude</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;and she asked "where have you been, oh slave of the school?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so far i'm pretty okay with handling everything i have to juggle&lt;br /&gt;sch drives me up the wall sometimes but there are more good days than bad ones so yes.&lt;br /&gt;mandar moosey jo sonn and dwong make sch so much better ;&lt;br /&gt;CLUTCHES, pretending to pray while actually sleeping during chapel, violet knees, laughing (loudly) during assembly, "starts with a t and rhymes with cherry"&lt;br /&gt;(now the whole class knows, i'll strangle dwong for that)&lt;br /&gt;somehow i've managed to do all my tutorials and avoid getting dc. haha some days i wish i had more time to watch (m)tv.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're not making it any better - i'm doing this because i promised myself. it supercedes the one i made to you, but it's only temporary so deal with it. and even then it's become so much of a habit that i sometimes lapse out of the promise and instinct takes over, like how it did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking of why i find it so difficult to write anything down nowadays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was in primary sch i used to write in journals, and then later i stopped because of the fact that my siblings began to learn how to read, because i had no time to write down every single thing i wanted to remember, and because i hated looking back on the entries and thinking of how i used to be.&lt;br /&gt;then my mom found my journals in the trash one day and scolded me for throwing them away. she said that one day, i'd be thankful for the memories i contained in my writing, and as i grew older i wouldn't forget how i used to be, how i used to think, what i was like.&lt;br /&gt;maybe why i can't feel anything, can't write anything, is because i don't want to. maybe i don't want to remember certain things, and maybe by not remembering these things, i won't feel the pain anymore.&lt;br /&gt;but isn't it then ironic, when you want to forget something so badly that you make a mental note : remember to forget. and at the same time, you're remembering it, and in fact reinforcing the memory. doesn't that just undermine the attempt to leave everything behind?&lt;br /&gt;when you write a journal entry, you preserve more than memories. you preserve the emotions you felt in so many ways, like how hard you were pressing the pen to the paper, like the tears that smudged the ink, like the way you wrote the names of some people.&lt;br /&gt;and because i'm scared to remember, scared to go back, i dumped all my journals into a drawer and left them there. i'm going to conveniently forget that they exist until i eventually open them when i move out.&lt;br /&gt;the closest thing i have to a journal now is my student devt portfolio (haha!). it's better for me since it only accommodates 4 pages of memories per month and also it helps me overcome this barrier i'm creating for myself.&lt;br /&gt;let me remember, and learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;shall i stay? would it be a sin?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panic! at the disco : i write sins not tragedies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114796454780046519?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114796454780046519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114796454780046519&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114796454780046519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114796454780046519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/fallen-interlude.html' title='The fallen interlude'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114779049616498354</id><published>2006-05-16T22:12:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T22:45:16.440+08:00</updated><title type='text'>All this is surely vain and futile</title><content type='html'>because pw meeting 2 failed miserably&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li-ming's house was too resort-ish for us to actually feel like doing our gpp.&lt;br /&gt;watched mtv, wandered arnd his house (and stared at baby photos!), stuffed our faces (as usual) and argued with moosey abt having to watch soap operas&lt;br /&gt;oh the horrors of watching the bold and the beautiful&lt;br /&gt;and so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2436.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2436.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bryan slacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2431.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2431.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sonn glared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2437.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2437.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stoned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2438.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2438.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;li-ming jumped arnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2412.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2412.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and moosey watched SOAP OPERAS&lt;br /&gt;(note that she's the only one glued to the tv. bryan and sonn were on the com, li-ming was still jumping arnd and i was pretending to read brave new world)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sometimes goodbye, though it hurts in your heart, is the only way for destiny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oasis : wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114779049616498354?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114779049616498354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114779049616498354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114779049616498354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114779049616498354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/all-this-is-surely-vain-and-futile.html' title='All this is surely vain and futile'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114745653958914475</id><published>2006-05-13T00:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T01:55:39.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>CLASS PARTY</title><content type='html'>of swimming pools, screaming, stuffing and sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CLASS PARTY AT SONIA'S HOUSE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh why oh why must i always be the first one to get thrown into the pool?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar mandar. i will get my revenge.&lt;br /&gt;but sooner or later everyone ended up getting pushed in, except jo who ran away to change first haha.&lt;br /&gt;stuffed our faces, watched rat race, then started throwing people into the pool.&lt;br /&gt;when we threw bryan in, he pulled me and moosey in AGAIN!&lt;br /&gt;then all the waterpolo boys ganged up against the rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;then&lt;/em&gt; they decided to break the alliance and they threw keith in.&lt;br /&gt;aft we got miss tan in we decided to play &lt;strong&gt;water rugby&lt;/strong&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;which turned out to be a freaking rough affair where we all got either&lt;br /&gt;a) shoved&lt;br /&gt;b) pushed&lt;br /&gt;c) pulled&lt;br /&gt;d) whacked&lt;br /&gt;e) kicked&lt;br /&gt;f) bitten (poor ivan and li ming. HAHA)&lt;br /&gt;g) splashed&lt;br /&gt;h) all of the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha oh well. all of us now have 372987 bruises to show off&lt;br /&gt;a few ice-cream competitions, more splashing, pooling and photos later we sat on the front steps and talked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lub choo 1AD1 :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2122.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2122.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh how much i love my moosey (:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2129.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2129.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nigel was pimping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2072.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2072.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at sonn's very lonely stairwell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2113.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joanna (the beginner!) and mandar won nigel and ivan HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2151.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1AD1 girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17 out of 27 attendance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2194.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2194.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and that was how we all got bruised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2195.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2195.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and cut. and whacked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2165.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and pulled. and splashed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2233.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the camera almost fell into the pool! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2270.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love jo ; my dumdum treasurer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_2257.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_2257.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;look at li ming being an idiot in the back. HAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're not sure that you love me&lt;br /&gt;but you're not sure enough to let me go&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;busted : what i go to school for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114745653958914475?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114745653958914475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114745653958914475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114745653958914475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114745653958914475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/class-party.html' title='CLASS PARTY'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114726733250951671</id><published>2006-05-10T20:57:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T21:22:12.523+08:00</updated><title type='text'>DoughNAT and LEIGHquorice</title><content type='html'>first things first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff3399;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEE :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my sista, half of the twin acs idol wannabes, shopping partner, toilet buddy, apex of the bimuda triangle and record holder of longest toilet visit&lt;br /&gt;the girl who's a geisha, klutz and scandalicious DYLEXIC all in one&lt;br /&gt;even though you kinda guessed the surprise we still surprised you... so SUPPLIES!!! haha :)&lt;br /&gt;thank you for all the times you've been there for me and listened to me whine abt not-very-impt things, for all the shopping, m-18 movies and the sista-ship.&lt;br /&gt;I LOVE YOU DEE :)&lt;br /&gt;and remember, chocolate cake is good for the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1208.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retail therapy is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's us against the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on a sidenote, pre-u sem briefing was amusing, retarded and freaky all at once.&lt;br /&gt;nats, sha, dee and i are now officially a part of the food groups.&lt;br /&gt;spotted bad bad people we so don't want to have to talk to during pre-u sem&lt;br /&gt;(miss sangeetha will kill us for being snobs! haha)&lt;br /&gt;amisha, step step!&lt;br /&gt;amisha, "can we have your contacts so we can arrange spars?"&lt;br /&gt;amisha is a BOG :D&lt;br /&gt;amisha was there too!!! HAHA&lt;br /&gt;you STICKY, you TRIPPY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i'd love to hate you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finch : stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114726733250951671?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114726733250951671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114726733250951671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114726733250951671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114726733250951671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/doughnat-and-leighquorice.html' title='DoughNAT and LEIGHquorice'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114701248017890438</id><published>2006-05-07T22:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T22:34:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Of homework, hotels and heartache</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wonder why the stars don't seem to guide me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of homework, hotels and heartache&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talking to nicky has made me wonder if i'm taking on too much in sch&lt;br /&gt;the calendar on my fridge tells me that for this week, i only have sunday free.&lt;br /&gt;so what's going to happen to the tests and assignments i have to do?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea how i've managed to be on top of everything so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;she kept her nose just above the water just before she drowned&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha i wonder what possessed me to take up so many things all at once&lt;br /&gt;is this what i really want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can tell it's taking a toll on me when everyday, you have people telling you that you look tired. when i get frazzled and cranky cos i don't sleep enough (and i thought i was used to getting 4 hours of sleep!). when i begin to do homework and tutorials for the sake of looking like i did it, not because i put any real effort into it. when i become a high-maintenance friend with my whining and complaining (amisha and nicky! i owe you two kay).&lt;br /&gt;i've been deprived of mtv. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;home is now but a hotel,&lt;br /&gt;where i wake up, leave and then go back at night.&lt;br /&gt;i can't remember the last time i walked home in daylight actually haha.&lt;br /&gt;my mom looks shocked when i'm home for dinner.&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'll be able to keep this up&lt;br /&gt;for now i'll just have to wait till everything ends before i can breathe again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you.&lt;br /&gt;do you want the memories back?&lt;br /&gt;you keep asking me if i want you back&lt;br /&gt;you know it's wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;did you know that i keep my jealousy close cos it's all mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;can we pretend to leave and then&lt;br /&gt;we'll meet again, when both our cars collide&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yellowcard : rough landing, holly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114701248017890438?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114701248017890438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114701248017890438&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114701248017890438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114701248017890438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/of-homework-hotels-and-heartache.html' title='Of homework, hotels and heartache'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114675449059334912</id><published>2006-05-04T21:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T22:54:50.646+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone going</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;and all he found was trouble in my eyes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, everything starts to pile up and it starts to border on overflowing.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you have trouble juggling everything from competitions and other commitments, especially schoolwork ahhh haha.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you just feel like sitting in a corner and glowering at the world.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, you learn you need to keep your chin up and smile at the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then you realise how much you have to be thankful for ; that things could be so much worse. that there are other things balancing out the bad parts&lt;br /&gt;then you learn to be appreciative&lt;br /&gt;and you learn to love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1732.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1732.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because mr prince was late :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1733.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1733.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ben was giving advice on photo-taking. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1937.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1937.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving pictures - jo, me and mandar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dumdum moments have greatly increased due to the same increase in stress level at sch. (elasticity! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;let's see, there was&lt;br /&gt;# me locking myself in sonn's bathroom. TWICE. so much for one click&lt;br /&gt;# moosey trying to look for an underground mrt track on google earth&lt;br /&gt;# jo looking arnd for moosey in our chi class&lt;br /&gt;# moosey trying to order &lt;em&gt;teh ping warm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on a sidenote, amisha tripped over the small steps 4 times at jjc&lt;br /&gt;haha the best was when she almost fell down the lt steps :D&lt;br /&gt;step step!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly, you guys keep me sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;because maybe&lt;br /&gt;you're gonna be the one that saves me&lt;br /&gt;and after all&lt;br /&gt;you're my wonderwall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all the roads that lead you there were winding&lt;br /&gt;and all the lights that light the way are blinding&lt;br /&gt;there are many things that i would like to say to you&lt;br /&gt;but i don't know how&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;black eyed peas ft. jack johnson : gone going&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114675449059334912?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114675449059334912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114675449059334912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114675449059334912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114675449059334912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/gone-going.html' title='Gone going'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114648076182819516</id><published>2006-05-01T19:50:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T19:24:39.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't want you back</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;do you remember?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so much for the long weekend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday was spent at tpjc (oratorical competition with sonia!) and acjc (brit councils and HUGE lunch with mandar and moosey).&lt;br /&gt;sunday with charmaine, al-gene, shane and sarah (CLASS!) for council campaign crap...&lt;br /&gt;hahah ohh all the bad jokes, one-liners, mtv and the gentlemanliness competitions&lt;br /&gt;plus dinner was half a tub of strawberry haagen-dazs ice-cream haha :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1352.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1352.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at al-gene's house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1353.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1353.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they're copying the statue in the corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1357.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1357.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dinner! haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1387.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our council nomination numbers. haha sarah held her 9 backwards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1396.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guys gaying arnd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shane hates this picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1380.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squished on sarah's dad's couch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today with shane, sarah and al-gene again, and later with moosey, sonia, li ming and bryan for pw :)&lt;br /&gt;haha the self-mutilation and stuffing our faces with cakes, pizza, garlic bread, fudge, ice-cream and strawberries&lt;br /&gt;oh no pft's coming haha&lt;br /&gt;and moosey!! you laughed at me TWICE. "one click!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;started off with pw&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1401.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ended up being thrown into the pool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1408.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1408.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;evil, evil people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1409.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1409.1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we got bryan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/HPIM1419.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/HPIM1419.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love my pw group :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i don't want you back&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ewan mcgregor &amp;amp; nicole kidman : come what may&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114648076182819516?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114648076182819516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114648076182819516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114648076182819516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114648076182819516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/05/dont-want-you-back.html' title='Don&apos;t want you back'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114615243132434971</id><published>2006-04-27T23:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-27T23:40:31.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Almost famous</title><content type='html'>we're only good cos you can have almost famous friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1109.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1109.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david looks like a very tall 5 year old boy here haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1128.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;david, mandar and me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1138.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1138.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time let me finish swallowing my coke first&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and of course the highlight was the SUPPLIES we'd been planning for ages. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt; :D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GASP. we managed to keep it from you!&lt;br /&gt;but smashing the cake onto your face (courtesy of li feng!) was impromptu&lt;br /&gt;hahaha we shall use the video as blackmail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1205.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1205.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU GO GIRL(S). hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1207.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ice-cream cake is good :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1218.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;esp when applied to the face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm just your ordinary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;average everyday sane psycho supergoddess&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;liz phair : extraordinary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114615243132434971?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114615243132434971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114615243132434971&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114615243132434971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114615243132434971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/almost-famous.html' title='Almost famous'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114606355297775066</id><published>2006-04-26T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-26T22:59:13.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You're just, imaginary</title><content type='html'>you know you're in trouble when you sneak out at 2 am without triple checking your supposedly fool-proof, idiot-proof plan for escape and excuse&lt;br /&gt;i knew i forgot something.&lt;br /&gt;haha but it was fun and i don't regret what i did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floorball match during pe ;&lt;br /&gt;team leong vs. &lt;strong&gt;malini&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time, don't choose a team name that'll make you laugh when you hear people cheering for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and only dumdums like nicky and i can repeat the same dumdum moment ;&lt;br /&gt;standing in the lift wondering why it wasn't moving when we forgot to press the button AGAIN hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : dance, dance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114606355297775066?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114606355297775066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114606355297775066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114606355297775066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114606355297775066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/youre-just-imaginary.html' title='You&apos;re just, imaginary'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114588499399284648</id><published>2006-04-24T21:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:20:36.656+08:00</updated><title type='text'>You look so handsome tonight.</title><content type='html'>so stay with me, cigarettes in open air,&lt;br /&gt;hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0984.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0984.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our band is called THE HAIR BAND. hahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mandar me and david&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1006.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moving pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1025.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no unauthorized photography of the band members please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we need a band manager. hahaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1070.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1070.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chief dumdum jo and me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1077.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE HAIR BEARS. which were unfortunately eaten by mandar aft their first photo shoot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_1095.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_1095.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leanne and leigh-anne! haha namesakes :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too bad i have absolutely no idea how to put up the video of us looking for a band manager.&lt;br /&gt;it was so hilarious - bryan's jj!&lt;br /&gt;hahaha maybe this is one of those you-had-to-be-there things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;once again your eyes make it hard to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;so i'll just keep driving&lt;br /&gt;where you wanna go it doesn't really matter&lt;br /&gt;as long as you are here with me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finch : stay with me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114588499399284648?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114588499399284648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114588499399284648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114588499399284648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114588499399284648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/you-look-so-handsome-tonight.html' title='You look so handsome tonight.'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114555065687588138</id><published>2006-04-21T00:00:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T00:37:21.106+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thursdays</title><content type='html'>we'll catch our thursdays and keep them forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0686.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no prizes for guessing who had &lt;span style="color:#ff0099;"&gt;hot pink&lt;/span&gt; shoelaces (and why is everyone using adidas ??)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0712.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0712.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moosey me and &lt;s&gt;malini&lt;/s&gt; malvin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0717.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0717.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;can you keep a secret ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0730.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0730.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our half of 1AD1&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0741.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the yong tau foo ad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the biggest &lt;strong&gt;dumdum&lt;/strong&gt; moment of today was when jo was doing the class list for arts fac shirts during chi.&lt;br /&gt;jo : "ehh fang min, what's your chinese name ??"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;saying things we never meant to say&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i mean nothing to you, and i don't know why&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kelly clarkson : walk away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114555065687588138?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114555065687588138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114555065687588138&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114555065687588138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114555065687588138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/thursdays.html' title='Thursdays'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114545914830998941</id><published>2006-04-19T23:02:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T23:05:48.346+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I could block you out like this.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;maybe when i look for things that i can't replace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and he doesn't give a damn abt me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wish i could block you out like this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0651.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0651.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;something corporate : punk rock princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114545914830998941?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114545914830998941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114545914830998941&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114545914830998941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114545914830998941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-wish-i-could-block-you-out-like-this.html' title='I wish I could block you out like this.'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114536735511314435</id><published>2006-04-18T21:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T21:35:55.126+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Because I want you</title><content type='html'>you know you're a dumdum when you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;# are halfway through your food before you realise you've been eating with two spoons&lt;br /&gt;# almost fall into the drain while standing on the edge of it&lt;br /&gt;# almost walk into glass doors cos you didn't see them&lt;br /&gt;# search your bag frantically for your chi textbook before someone tells you it's right under your nose on the table&lt;br /&gt;# stand in the lift for 5 minutes wondering why the numbers on the display aren't moving before you realise you didn't press the floor button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha all dumdum moments courtesy of jo, me, manda and nicky&lt;br /&gt;try to guess who did what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm so far gone now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i've been running on empty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;placebo : because i want you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114536735511314435?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114536735511314435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114536735511314435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114536735511314435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114536735511314435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/because-i-want-you.html' title='Because I want you'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114520218018378702</id><published>2006-04-16T21:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T23:43:00.226+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is the end of my everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;today is the end of my everything&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it's all my fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i could've, would've, should've, but i never will&lt;br /&gt;it's all my fault for starting it in the first place with the beautiful mistake&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget everything so badly&lt;br /&gt;but the thing is, i can't&lt;br /&gt;i can't forget everything ; it just comes back to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;why can't i wake up from this nightmare?&lt;br /&gt;it's not like i don't want to move on and forget the last 2 years, the last 5 months&lt;br /&gt;i wish i could erase it from my history, along with all the pain, temporary highs and the guessing games&lt;br /&gt;but no matter how much i try, i can still remember&lt;br /&gt;is this supposed to make me stronger?&lt;br /&gt;all i can feel is me dying inside as i fight with myself, pleading to hold on and fighting to let go&lt;br /&gt;if this has to hurt so much then i wish i didn't have a heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will always be the one i could never have&lt;br /&gt;and even though i will never understand how you could break your own heart into so many pieces, one piece for every one you liked, they're all really lucky to have you.&lt;br /&gt;i'm thankful for everything else we have to fall back on and as much as it's going to hurt me to even look at you, i promised we'll always be friends and i'll keep my promise.&lt;br /&gt;i'll always be there for you no matter what, even if you don't need me.&lt;br /&gt;(give it back to me when you can honestly say you don't care anymore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you sat me down beside myself&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;to show me all the reasons i was wrong for you&lt;br /&gt;was this for real? it's hard to tell&lt;br /&gt;cos it was such a beautiful mess we had got into&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna overcome this, paper hearts can't win this time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and all along i should have known this wasn't your dream, it was mine&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;i was never good at goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;and you, you're the one i hurt really badly&lt;br /&gt;if i could i'd take back everything i did cos it wasn't fair&lt;br /&gt;and you were the one who really cared, and still cares even though we've both moved on from then&lt;br /&gt;i know you think i shouldn't care abt him cos he isn't worth it&lt;br /&gt;but it isn't something i can switch on or off, so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;and by the way i know this is way overdue, but i'm sorry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and you,&lt;br /&gt;i have no regrets abt letting you go, twice&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i had the sense to do it. i'm glad i saw through you and your lies.&lt;br /&gt;i'm glad i'm far, far away from you where you can't use me anymore&lt;br /&gt;i'm happy that you stopped calling, stopped messaging&lt;br /&gt;thankfully, the chpt abt you and me has closed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;did you think that i would cry on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it feels like, being alone?&lt;br /&gt;i'll find someone new&lt;br /&gt;swing, swing from the tangles of&lt;br /&gt;my heart is crushed by a former love&lt;br /&gt;can you help me find a way to carry on again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the used : blue and yellow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114520218018378702?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114520218018378702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114520218018378702&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114520218018378702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114520218018378702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/today-is-end-of-my-everything.html' title='Today is the end of my everything'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114500198737270540</id><published>2006-04-14T16:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:06:27.386+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I LUBCHOO</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why i love tuesdays and thursdays&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0068.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;being childish ; i lubchoo moosey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0083.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0083.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;standing outside the toilets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0368.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0368.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;doing econs homework at the last minute is bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0384.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0384.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;distractions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0397.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nerds :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0398.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0398.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wannabe celebrities&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0446.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0446.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;long breaks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0483.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0483.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you know what it feels like, being alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0485.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0485.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;contemplation... what is manda doing???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0487.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0487.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bleachers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/1600/IMG_0321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5858/212/320/IMG_0321.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like indecision to call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i know, you know, everything&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;taking back sunday : you're so last summer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114500198737270540?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114500198737270540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114500198737270540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114500198737270540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114500198737270540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-lubchoo.html' title='I LUBCHOO'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114414643268065393</id><published>2006-04-04T18:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T18:29:37.976+08:00</updated><title type='text'>We could be more than just amazing</title><content type='html'>i'll swim a never-ending ocean&lt;br /&gt;until you bring back your devotion&lt;br /&gt;see, moving on just isn't working&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm holding on to my faith&lt;br /&gt;a silent hope i'm heading your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i couldn't see it&lt;br /&gt;i must have believed a lie&lt;br /&gt;if i admit it would you let me make it right?&lt;br /&gt;is it all wrong?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all i can do is protect it&lt;br /&gt;a lie for the sake of my pride&lt;br /&gt;while all the others had me thinking&lt;br /&gt;straight to the point of what i'm feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we could be more than just amazing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blink 182 : not now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114414643268065393?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114414643268065393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114414643268065393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114414643268065393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114414643268065393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/04/we-could-be-more-than-just-amazing.html' title='We could be more than just amazing'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114381742973019895</id><published>2006-03-31T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:03:49.746+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Dawn</title><content type='html'>promise me tomorrow starts with you&lt;br /&gt;getting high ; running wild among all the stars above&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it's hard to believe you remember me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i keep it locked up, in this prison we call love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why don't you just tell me&lt;br /&gt;"there's somebody new and she's better than you&lt;br /&gt;you've been replaced by a prettier face"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;james blunt : high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114381742973019895?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114381742973019895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114381742973019895&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114381742973019895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114381742973019895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/03/beautiful-dawn.html' title='Beautiful Dawn'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114372720262439118</id><published>2006-03-30T21:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T22:00:02.640+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leigh-anne-aesthesia</title><content type='html'>econs produces leigh-anne-aesthesia and nicole-caine, nicole-tine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Leigh-anne-aesthesia&lt;/strong&gt; [leigh·anne·aes·the·sia]&lt;br /&gt;noun ; 1. &lt;em&gt;loss of sensation and usually of consciousness without loss of vital functions produced by the exposure of the individual to Leigh-Anne&lt;/em&gt; 2. &lt;em&gt;immunity, numbness to Leigh-Anne&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;we're running on empty&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oasis : wonderwall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114372720262439118?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114372720262439118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114372720262439118&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114372720262439118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114372720262439118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/03/leigh-anne-aesthesia.html' title='Leigh-anne-aesthesia'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114361040731168380</id><published>2006-03-29T12:58:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:33:27.340+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Luleelurah</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;because i'm sick, bored and weird.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you mel :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make those that apply to yourself &lt;strong&gt;bold&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don't watch tv these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i own lots of books.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(800!! 800!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wear glasses or contact lenses.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(would you believe that i'm supposed to but i hate it?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i love to play video games.&lt;br /&gt;i've tried marijuana.&lt;br /&gt;i have been in a threesome.&lt;br /&gt;i have been the psycho-ex in a past relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i believe honesty is usually the best policy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i curse sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have changed mentally a lot over the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;i carry my knife/razor everywhere with me.&lt;br /&gt;i'm TOTALLY smart. &lt;em&gt;(i wish i could bold this one haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i've broken someone's bones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm paranoid sometimes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost and scar-free.&lt;br /&gt;i need money right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love sushi.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(especially the egg ones haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i talk really, really fast.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have long hair. &lt;em&gt;(not anymore i don't!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have lost money in Las Vegas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have at least one sibling.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(try FOUR)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have worn fake hair/fingernails/eyelashes in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i couldn't survive without caller id.&lt;br /&gt;i am usually pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;i have a lot of mood swings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a hidden talent.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(1AD1 knows!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm always hyper no matter how much sugar i have.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(it gets worse if i have sugar though)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a lot of friends.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am currently single.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have pecked someone of the same sex.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(as in kiss on the cheek? yesterday aft pw with sharon! hahaha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love to shop.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i enjoy window shopping.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would rather shop than eat.&lt;br /&gt;i don't hate anyone.&lt;br /&gt;i'm completely embarrassed to be seen with my mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a cell phone.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i watch mtv on a daily basis.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have passed out drunk in the past 6 months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've rejected someone before.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what i want to do for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want to have children in the future.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(but oh the horrors!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have changed a diaper before.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(how abt 7389203 diapers?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i've called the cops on a friend before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm not allergic to anything.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have a lot to learn.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have been with someone at least 10 years older or younger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am shy around the opposite sex.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(sometimes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have made a move on a friend's significant other or crush in the past.&lt;br /&gt;i own the "South Park" movie.&lt;br /&gt;i would die for my best friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think that Pizza Hut has the best pizza.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have used my sexuality to advance my career.&lt;br /&gt;i love Michael Jackson, scandals and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i watch Spongebob Squarepants and i like it.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(but patrick star is so much cuter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have dated a close friend's ex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am happy at this moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm obsessed with guys.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(actually i'm not. but i know if i didn't bold this one everyone would say i lied)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i am punk rockish. &lt;em&gt;(only that time when i dressed as avril lavigne! haha)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i study for tests most of the time.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tie my shoelaces differently from anyone else i've ever met.&lt;br /&gt;i can work on a car.&lt;br /&gt;i love my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i am comfortable with who i am right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have more than just my ears pierced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i walk barefoot whenever i can.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have jumped off a bridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love sea turtles.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spend ridiculous money on makeup. &lt;em&gt;(i don't spend ANY money on makeup)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i plan on achieving a major goal/dream.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm (sufficiently) proficient in a musical instrument. &lt;em&gt;(piano lessons went out the window)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i worked at McDonald's restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;i hate office jobs.&lt;br /&gt;i love sci-fi movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think water rules.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went college out of state.&lt;br /&gt;i like sausages.&lt;br /&gt;i love kisses. &lt;em&gt;(from whom?)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i fall for the worst people.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(if i could make this 3268 times bolder i would)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i adore bright colours.&lt;br /&gt;i can't live without black eyeliner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i don't know why the hell i just did this stupid thing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i usually like covers better than originals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can pick things up with my toes.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't whistle.&lt;br /&gt;i can move my tongue in waves, much like a snake's slither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have ridden/owned a horse.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i still have every journal i've ever written in.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(much to my embarrassment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i can't stick to a diet.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(diet freaks EXCEPT YOU NATS :) have nothing else better to do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i talk in my sleep. &lt;em&gt;(i grind my teeth sometimes haha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i try to forget things by drowning them out with loads of distractions.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i think climbing trees is a brilliant pastime.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(except when you get stuck, that is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;i have jazz in my blood.&lt;br /&gt;i wear a toe ring.&lt;br /&gt;i have a tattoo. &lt;em&gt;(haha joseph and the f-you thing)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can't stand at LEAST one person that i work with.&lt;br /&gt;i am a tea junkie.&lt;br /&gt;i cosplay or know what cosplaying is.&lt;br /&gt;i have been to over 15 conventions.&lt;br /&gt;i will collect anything, the more nonsensical, the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm an artist.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;(albeit a closet home artist)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only clean my room when necessary.&lt;br /&gt;i like a person of the same sex. &lt;em&gt;(in what way?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i love being happy.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fall out boy : a little less sixteen candles, a little more 'touch me'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11394151-114361040731168380?l=-almost.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/feeds/114361040731168380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11394151&amp;postID=114361040731168380&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114361040731168380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11394151/posts/default/114361040731168380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://-almost.blogspot.com/2006/03/luleelurah.html' title='Luleelurah'/><author><name>__leighanne`</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11394151.post-114335470970433864</id><published>2006-03-26T14:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-03-26T14:31:49.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>I know you well enough to know</title><content type='html'>and will you tell all your friends you've got your gun to my head&lt;br /&gt;this all was only wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;this all was only wishful thinking&lt;br /&gt;the only thing i regret is that i, i never let you hold me back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hoping for the best just hoping nothing happens&lt;br /&gt;a thousand clever lines unread on clever napkins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;i know you well enough to know you never loved me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why can't i feel anything from anyone other than you?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will never ask if you don't ever tell me&lt;br /&gt;i know you well enough to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and all of this was all your fault&lt;br /&gt;and all of this&lt;br /&gt;i stay wrecked and jealous for this,&lt;br /&gt;for this simple reason, i just need to keep you in mind&lt;br /&gt;as something larger than life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and i can't go on like this, playing your stupid game&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;you got me into this&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i need you to get me out&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;spinning ;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the pussycat dolls ft. will.i.am : beep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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